And to think for a moment, I thought you'd changed just a tad for the better.
[Ugh, same old Scaramouche, in his opinion. Still unpleasant and still a jerk, even if he's had loads of fun fighting him in his preparation to seek revenge on Dottore. He's still not climbing that tree, he doesn't care what Wanderer says- and he huffs at his companion in annoyance.]
Look, let's find another way to-
[That's when he feels the slightest tug at the zipper on his back. The Eleventh whips around so quickly that it's a blue blur as his blades form in his hands, but there's nothing there. Not a single trace of anything behind him. His eyes scan the area, argument forgotten.]
OH NO COMPUTER WHY
[Ugh, same old Scaramouche, in his opinion. Still unpleasant and still a jerk, even if he's had loads of fun fighting him in his preparation to seek revenge on Dottore. He's still not climbing that tree, he doesn't care what Wanderer says- and he huffs at his companion in annoyance.]
Look, let's find another way to-
[That's when he feels the slightest tug at the zipper on his back. The Eleventh whips around so quickly that it's a blue blur as his blades form in his hands, but there's nothing there. Not a single trace of anything behind him. His eyes scan the area, argument forgotten.]
Did you see anything?