"Rory!"
The Doctor dived behind the fallen tree that protected his companion from their enemies, "Why on earth did you agree to this?"
Rory, bruised and battered, scowled at the Time Lord. "Well I didn't think they were serious about annihilating us!"
"You should know by now not to provoke them!" The Doctor eyed the gun in his hands with disgust and placed it next to him, as quietly as he could the Doctor peeked over the top of the log. "I think they've gone. What do you think about just running for it?"
"I think we'd get mowed down within seconds. Have you forgotten who we're dealing with here?" Rory sunk even lower behind the log, waiting for the inevitable attack.
"Of course I haven't forgotten Rory! How good can they be anyway? You've got me."
"That's what I'm worried about." He muttered, still scanning the area for any sign of movement. The Doctor stretched out next to him, certain that they were safe, it didn't last.
"Hello boys."
Rory and the Doctor both jumped and slowly turned to look behind them,
"Gotcha."
Amy and River grinned and raised their guns.
"One."
"Two." River smirked,
"Three!"
The Doctor and Rory ran.