The Doctor gives as final sort of heave, pushing the Master off him as he checks for all his limbs and right, yes, all four and while he wouldn't have minded five, four is still a perfectly good number. Odd, he'd expected the Master to accomplish more than rumpled clothes and a few bruises.
Maybe he isn't very good at this physical thing. Like he said: it isn't the Master's style.
The Doctor flops back, bracing himself against the wreckage of his horse and debating the merits in using it as a horsey shield in case the Master decided he wanted another go. He found himself still breathing hard, his hearts thudding in his chest like double-time as he decides even tumbling down a ravine and having a horse fall on him that he'd really rather not die here. Especially not like...this. Still, it doesn't surprise him that the Master loses control when he's compared to a human. It isn't as if humans can't be creatively dreadful at the time. Obviously the other Time Lord doesn't quite see it that way.
He catches his breath, glancing over as if waiting to see if the Master will work in more practice or if he's ready to be rational now.
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Maybe he isn't very good at this physical thing. Like he said: it isn't the Master's style.
The Doctor flops back, bracing himself against the wreckage of his horse and debating the merits in using it as a horsey shield in case the Master decided he wanted another go. He found himself still breathing hard, his hearts thudding in his chest like double-time as he decides even tumbling down a ravine and having a horse fall on him that he'd really rather not die here. Especially not like...this. Still, it doesn't surprise him that the Master loses control when he's compared to a human. It isn't as if humans can't be creatively dreadful at the time. Obviously the other Time Lord doesn't quite see it that way.
He catches his breath, glancing over as if waiting to see if the Master will work in more practice or if he's ready to be rational now.