The trick to war is one thing to keep in mind, it is not evil. It can be used to justify vile actions, kill millions, but ultimately the term makes no allegiance. War is a declaration of death for all.
Attempt 1
The Doctor arrived right in the middle of an intersection. Snow crunched under each step of her boots as she rushed about Yardingale. There were a total of thirty buildings, twenty wooden homes with frost-kissed roofs, two markets on the Northern and Southern ends of town, four craft shops that dealt in wood/metal work, one police station, one delivery service, two hunting lodges near the heart of town, and many villagers who paid no mind to the madwoman running about like the world was about to end.
Give it time…
Remembering the cameras and… remaining clam through the horrific imagery of the onslaught to come, the Doctor theorized that the enemy would come in from the North. Outside the glow of lamp posts at every street corner, the Doctor vaguely m—
She barely heard the laser, the fall felt like a dull thud, while streams of laser fire flew past her. Screaming echoed in the Doctor's vision blurred to darkness.
The Doctor gasped, clutched at an undamaged gut. She had returned to the Rani's Tardis, the cries of horror booming in the audio system. The Rani waited patiently as her fellow Time Lord staggered back towards the console. Offering her hand, the Doctor saw the Rani preparing to touch the badge. With nod, the badge was activated and madness began again.
Attempt 2
The Doctor had noticed massive bells atop the police station. A quick flex of the Sonic Screwdriver, and everyone in Yardingale came out to see the commotion. The psychic paper helped convince everyone to trust the newest security warden, demanding everyone who their rifles or spears (a good number of them), grab the metal sheets from the town's craftsmen; they're about to be under siege.
Several of the men and women had been of service in wars, drafted to help on the frontlines and in supporting roles. A few even maintained their old blasters. A layered barricade was created in a few minutes thanks to quick crafting tools necessary on a planet where Winter is a third of the year. They had a sizable wall with three feet of thickness and slight gaps for sight and shooting. It proved effective as fire crashed into their defenses as if lightning had grown fists. The hunters and soldiers did their work, no shot wasted thanks to experience of making every kill count when it came to scarce meat. Soon the armada's footsteps stomped louder than the weapon fire as they got closer. Anyone not holding a rifle had crafted/handed out spears of hard wood for when they came around the barrier.
The marching stopped.
They were just beside the barricade, not minding even as villagers took shots or stabs them their still forms. The Doctor processed how the bodies weren't actually the threat, just everything attached. That was when she heard the faint beeping rising in pitch.
"Get b—"
The combined explosion took everyone.
Attempt 5
A quick bit of engineering and even daring to stand between the enemy and the barricade gave the Doctor more than enough intel. Grounding some copper wires to the barriers using steel stakes and a generator created a magnet of a shield. Support beams made sure the weapons and armored warriors who smacked into the barrier didn't topple it over. The magnetic field was strong enough to deactivate the bombs.
But the screams didn't stop.
Something shifted within the snow, collapsing as they clutched their ankles before dying a second later.
It took three Devil Leeches to put the Doctor down.
Attempt 20
The Doctor managed to get as many people as possible inside the market, a solid floor prevented the leeches from biting through… for now. Hearing too many that got locked out in the frenzy made the Doctor process how many different types of Hell would be known before this was done. She just needed to keep at it, find the pattern to win.
At least the people had their gu—
Laser blasts erupted within the market. She followed the screams to see that the Shadow Skins had possessed those armed. There was barely enough time to process anything before they aimed at combustible ta—
Attempt 34
The Rani was twisting the game.
The Sonic Screwdriver activated at a frequency that deafened the Doctor, and the Leeches came earlier.
Attempt 66
A pile of salt managed to crash into the Doctor as she staggered out of the decimated market, the Devil Leeches flew, seemingly missing the salt dust before they bite.
Attempt 94
The Rani started making the townsfolk think the Doctor was leading the attack. She was in a cell, forced to abandon the Sonic Screwdriver, and made to listen to the horrors outside under armed guard. The screams followed her even when dying, revived, or in-between. No matter how hard the Doctor squeezed her ears.
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A voice had became more eager through the anger of losing so often. Demanding to use everything. Become greater than Time Lord Victorious. This was no stranger's beckoning, no devil, the voice belonged to herself.
That made it harder to ignore
And yet…
?
The Doctor lost count of it all. The Rani didn't mind, simply activating the badge without any confirmation. A treadmill of spikes and fire, dragging her along until…
This seemed like a good moment to fall.
The Doctor collapsed, no physical pain, but the exhaustion of hundreds of deaths had weighed down everything.
The Rani leaned forward, failing to get a proper view. She stood up, walking over to gaze down at a defeated foe.
She finally left the console.
The Doctor snapped her fingers.