Oh such lovely drama~!
Also, incoming fight scene- be prepared for some murderous rampaging! =D
Chapter 2; Segment 3: The Rider
Zarathos was triumphant. He had the Time Lord in his grasp, a slightly cruel irony, considering the time they had worked together, but that was long ago. Now, he had finally decided that the Doctor's other souls must be protected, and the only way to do so was to take them from him. Of course, Zarathos was also pleased with the fact that he'd get the TARDIS as an added bonus, but still, those lovely, untainted, as of yet unused bits of existence were the main prize. He pounced with a few last words, a menacing growl to strike further fear into the Time Lord-
-And was knocked to the side, smashing into the wall with some blast of energy melting into his side, and he screeched, more in annoyance and frustration than true pain. He stood back up, growling in rage, and then found himself confronted with a strange sight. A battalion of metal men, all standing there with weapons raised, half aimed at him, half at the Doctor, who looked exceptionally relieved. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you..."
Zarathos hissed in disdain, sending out an idle call for the motorcycle that had its weapon of choice wrapped about it. As it was, he was confident that he could easily deal with these... He searched the Doctor's memories that he had gotten from his penance stare when he'd met this variant of him the first time, and discovered that they were called 'Cybermen'.
How unoriginal.
One Cyberman- the leader of this particular group, given its design- spoke. "Identify yourself."
Zarathos responded with only a roar, leaping forward, clawing easily through the Cyberman's outer shell, tearing it apart with a sound somewhere between a growl and a purr, reveling in the destruction of the abomination. It was a human, or had least once been, or was perhaps simply based on one, but it had had its emotion, its very soul torn out of it, and he didn't like it when things messed with his humans. He ripped off its head, casting it aside with another snarl and then taking on a fighting stance, facing the rest of the Cybermen, who had wisely decided to point all of their weaponry at him. He clicked his jaws together with a cackle, and the Cybermen opened fire. He dodged easily, moving fast- so fast, incredibly, impossibly, fast- pulling the arm off of one of the Cybermen, turning, transforming it and using it to shoot another pair of Cybermen before changing it once more and throwing it like a javelin, impaling another. He determined that there had originally been about ten of the things, and he knocked down another with a tackle, finishing it off with a punch that left it with a hole entirely through its head. He was hit again, though, and this time, he actually felt it.
And he did not like it one bit.
He was thrown again, and he realized that he landed where the Doctor would have been- if he was still here. Zarathos roared in rage, frustration, and loss, and faced the last six of the Cybermen- including the one he had disarmed(Literally, actually, although it still had one functioning arm, which it was using to try and shoot him). He roared in rage and frustration, leaping forward, throwing aside the need for agility and simply deciding that it was best to do what he did best- burn. And oh, how he burned! His fire blazed, his claws tore, and in less than a minute, he was standing in the center of a rapidly cooling puddle of silvery metal. He roared- this time in pride for yet another victory- and then paused for a few seconds, looking at his reflection that stared back up at him in the faint evening light that made it into the alleys. Drips of molten metal bubbled on his bones, and he brushed a splatter off of the leather jacket that Blaze was so fond of. He tilted his head, acknowledging that he'd need to find a new one, given that this one now had... more than several large holes in it from the Cybermen's blasts. He snorted slightly in disdain and then looked up as his motorcycle pulled forward, revving to get his attention. About time... He thought. He knew already that the Doctor would had made his escape- he could no longer detect the Time Lord, but he decided it was worth checking where the TARDIS had been parked.
He reached the spot quickly, and the TARDIS was indeed gone, presumably with the Doctor inside, but the Doctor had had the nerve to leave a note.
'Those fellows were only a fraction of the Cybermen currently here- luckily for you, I found out where they've made a bit of a home base. I planned on dealing with it myself, but since you no doubt finished up those so nicely...'
Zarathos purred faintly, amused by the Time Lord's act of seeming to be in control the entire time. Either way, he had new plans now. Very, very fun ones.
It was certainly going to be a lovely night to hunt down a group of robotic creatures... and a new jacket, if he had the time.
He had the feeling that Blaze would be very confused tomorrow.