Post by Ribs, Suthers' Pal on May 29, 2018 23:18:51 GMT
“I’m back!” Doctor Who shouted, bursting from the TARDIS doors onto the platform along the side of the Colosseum. “Did you miss me?”
The Master rose from his seat, disappointed to be stopped once again. “My dear Doctor, you have been naïve!” He gestured to the center of the arena, where Penelope was doing battle with the Melkur.
“Good god! You’ve engaged her in tribal combat – again?” Doctor Who tried to rush down to aid his assistant, but guards quickly grasped him the shoulder and brought him to his knees to watch in horror. He focused his thoughts, and hoped Penelope would be able to know he was there for her.
On the ground, she wasn’t entire sure what she was dealing with. Though she still had her Delta Blaster from her adventure with young aspiring Space Pirate Milo Clancy the previous day, she was not sure of the large statue-being’s origins and didn’t want to harm something caught in the same horrible situation she had found herself.
They stood, poised for battle, in the center of the Colosseum. Well, Penelope was certainly in a battle pose, but the Melkur just did his classic Melkur thing, standing there with that dumb look on its face. The cheering crowd silenced as the Master rose to his feet.
“At last we have a new challenger for my champion – ladies and gentleman, please give our warmest welcome to the sensational Ms. Primrose!” The crowd erupted. “The best of luck, of course. And – without further ado – let the games begin!”
A bell was rung, and Penelope immediately ran for the edge of the fighting area. This was alright, as the Melkur very, very slowly began to lumber in her general direction. In fact, it quickly became apparent there was no possible way that the Melkur would ever catch up with her, as she could simply walk at an incredibly leisurely pace before stopping to sit and rest for a good portion of an hour whilst the golem-like baddie came after her.
After four hours of this, Doctor Who was bored. Neither he nor Penelope had remembered to wear sunscreen before travelling to the utopian alternate reality on the Planet Planetopia where everyone likes marmite, and he was afraid for the health of his skin after so many hours sitting in full daylight essentially baking without shade cover. Penelope was not tired below, either, and seemed a little bored, really.
“This has gone on long enough!” Doctor Who yelled, finally breaking his restraints behind him and rushing onto the platform, tackling his nemesis to the ground. He began to strangle the life out of him, as the Master’s wife and children from his new life watched on in horror. He stopped in horror at himself – not because of his actions, but because he heard a honking noise from a large automobile.
Coming in from outer space rode Sergeant Benton in his jeep, driving right into the Melkur. The Master, with some upset, rose to his feet. “Our new champion – Ms. Penelope Primrose!” The crowd cheered as he deactivated and exploded. Doctor Who shook his fist – next time, he would have his revenge.
The Master rose from his seat, disappointed to be stopped once again. “My dear Doctor, you have been naïve!” He gestured to the center of the arena, where Penelope was doing battle with the Melkur.
“Good god! You’ve engaged her in tribal combat – again?” Doctor Who tried to rush down to aid his assistant, but guards quickly grasped him the shoulder and brought him to his knees to watch in horror. He focused his thoughts, and hoped Penelope would be able to know he was there for her.
On the ground, she wasn’t entire sure what she was dealing with. Though she still had her Delta Blaster from her adventure with young aspiring Space Pirate Milo Clancy the previous day, she was not sure of the large statue-being’s origins and didn’t want to harm something caught in the same horrible situation she had found herself.
They stood, poised for battle, in the center of the Colosseum. Well, Penelope was certainly in a battle pose, but the Melkur just did his classic Melkur thing, standing there with that dumb look on its face. The cheering crowd silenced as the Master rose to his feet.
“At last we have a new challenger for my champion – ladies and gentleman, please give our warmest welcome to the sensational Ms. Primrose!” The crowd erupted. “The best of luck, of course. And – without further ado – let the games begin!”
A bell was rung, and Penelope immediately ran for the edge of the fighting area. This was alright, as the Melkur very, very slowly began to lumber in her general direction. In fact, it quickly became apparent there was no possible way that the Melkur would ever catch up with her, as she could simply walk at an incredibly leisurely pace before stopping to sit and rest for a good portion of an hour whilst the golem-like baddie came after her.
After four hours of this, Doctor Who was bored. Neither he nor Penelope had remembered to wear sunscreen before travelling to the utopian alternate reality on the Planet Planetopia where everyone likes marmite, and he was afraid for the health of his skin after so many hours sitting in full daylight essentially baking without shade cover. Penelope was not tired below, either, and seemed a little bored, really.
“This has gone on long enough!” Doctor Who yelled, finally breaking his restraints behind him and rushing onto the platform, tackling his nemesis to the ground. He began to strangle the life out of him, as the Master’s wife and children from his new life watched on in horror. He stopped in horror at himself – not because of his actions, but because he heard a honking noise from a large automobile.
Coming in from outer space rode Sergeant Benton in his jeep, driving right into the Melkur. The Master, with some upset, rose to his feet. “Our new champion – Ms. Penelope Primrose!” The crowd cheered as he deactivated and exploded. Doctor Who shook his fist – next time, he would have his revenge.