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[Edit to add: This is based around in game play at Reality Shifted, and the path it has led the Master on.]
It was then that the Master was thoroughly surprised by the sound of a body, the Doctor's, crashing through glass as he fell through the skylight, and onto the floor between himself and Rassilon. He lowered his arms from where he had instinctively covered his face, then watched with mild interest as the Doctor tried, and failed, to raise the gun to bear on their Lord President, which was still clutched in his left hand.
The weapon clattered as the Doctor's arm dropped, unable to hold the weight.
Rassilon came forward, something of a smile on his face, and addressed them both, his voice full of contempt and disdain. "My lord Doctor, my lord Master, we are gathered together for the end."
( With a pitiful sound, the Doctor pushed himself up into a half-crouch, begging for Rassilon to rethink what he was about to put into play; the Final Sanction. )
It was then that the Master was thoroughly surprised by the sound of a body, the Doctor's, crashing through glass as he fell through the skylight, and onto the floor between himself and Rassilon. He lowered his arms from where he had instinctively covered his face, then watched with mild interest as the Doctor tried, and failed, to raise the gun to bear on their Lord President, which was still clutched in his left hand.
The weapon clattered as the Doctor's arm dropped, unable to hold the weight.
Rassilon came forward, something of a smile on his face, and addressed them both, his voice full of contempt and disdain. "My lord Doctor, my lord Master, we are gathered together for the end."
( With a pitiful sound, the Doctor pushed himself up into a half-crouch, begging for Rassilon to rethink what he was about to put into play; the Final Sanction. )