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“You know,” he called back. “Chasing Andred across fields was decidedly not on my schedule for today, so thank you, but the grass will be sufficient.” That and the notion of standing up seemed beyond him for the moment. He’d lost his strength.
Narvin’s face compressed into a wince, a reaction she didn’t bother trying to hide since Irving couldn’t see her. She didn’t like it, but when the future problem was only a potential one and the current problem needed her attention, she didn’t have much choice–never mind that with Andred on the brain, she was very conscious of the possibility that Irving might cosh her over the head while she was distracted and steal the TARDIS out from under her.
“Fine,” she called, through her still-open TARDIS door. Once she’d sorted Andred, she could always fly to the Citadel, exchange this TARDIS for a fully functional one, and use it to hop back in time, so Irving wouldn’t have time to make an escape of his own. “I’ll be back in a moment.”
She set her TARDIS to automatically follow Andred’s signal, not closing the doors before she lifted off. He was on foot, after all, and catching up even without dematerializing took only a matter of a microspan.
Narvin was done talking. When she caught sight of Andred through her open TARDIS door, she didn’t bother trying to shout anything–though she did take the precaution of double-checking that her staser was on its lowest setting before pulling the trigger.
He kept running almost as if he didn’t even see the blast - though he had and this could well be divined by a speed up in pace - he still wasn’t quite running yet, though. He knew that stamina needed to be preserved. He took refuge in an outcropping of rocks, though he knew he wasn’t going to last long. It gave him a moment, however, to calculate a new trajectory.











