['Imma fight a man tonight-' Breaking Dishes, Rihanna.]

You and the Master were the evil masterminds (pun intended) of the universe. You trusted one another more than anybody, and relied on one another like a thirsting man relied on a fountain of water.

So, you may ask, what particular event happened to change that? Well, buckle in, because it‘s a wild ride.

On one of these particular escapades with you and the Master throwing the world by storm, you had to make your escape before any of the particularly ravenous aliens caught up to you both and killed you. While running, however, the Master gave a glance to you and shoved you backwards into the horde of aliens as he made his escape.

And he darted in his TARDIS, and flew away like the true coward he was. It didn't take long for you to get plenty of scarring from the aliens. But, you supposed it was positive, you'd made it out alive with a stolen vortex manipulator ten months later. And, just your luck that you teleported on a foreign planet that he was just landing on.

And, with all your anger bubbling over you and through your bloodstream, you didn't have a rational thought buzzing through your mind as you hit him right across his jaw.

But of course, that wouldn't be the end of it. No, it was the Master you had just hit. Of course he is going to fight back!

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Now, about twenty minutes later, both you and the Master stood opposing of one another, bruises and gashes littering your bodies as you both heaved for breath. The Master was caressing around where his clothing was ripped and displayed a deep gash that leaked out blood.

He gave a wince before muttering,

"Rassilon that hurts. Must you be so rough, sweetheart?"