Every encounter you’ve had with the Master has been odd. Whenever you fight, he’ll fight back of course, but flirt with you all the while. He’s even tried to get you to join him from time to time.

You fall to the ground, blood dripping down your nose. Through your tears, you watch the blurry form of the Master step closer to you. He wipes at the cut on his lip.

“Well done, dear. I’m almost impressed. Almost.”

He gently lifts your chin with one hand.

“Why do you insist on fighting me? We could be a great team, you and I.”