The time lord and the earth girl sprinted up the hill, their progress impeded by their foolish choice in clothing. Donna wore a long and flowing dress that was (according to the fashionably illiterate doctor) in style at the time in Greece, and the doctor wore the sort of robe that perhaps a philosopher or priest would wear (fitting for him, to be quite honest).
People were running down the hill, away from the fire, bumping into them. "RUN!" they screamed, obviously confused as to why two bizarre and out of place strangers were running directly into danger. The Doctor paused when a girl bumped into him, and grabbed her firmly by the shoulders. She couldn't have been any older than 15, and was obviously frightened. Her expression was panicked, and she almost didn't hear the doctor when he began to speak to her.
"What happened- who did this?" He said, looking into her panicked green eyes.
The girl simply pointed to the inn, a tall, wide building with a rearing horse drawn crudely on its front side. "Dalekius," She whispered, before shaking out of the Doctor's grasp and fleeing down the hill.
Donna and The Doctor stood still for a minute in the sea of escaping townsfolk, stunned.
"Dalekius?" Donna whispered, and the Doctor nodded. "They've followed you all the way here."
The time lord was already half way to the inn by the time Donna finished her sentence, and she began to sprint to keep up with him. "Let's just hope we find Xena before they do!" he yelled behind him as he attempted to push the wide, wooden doors open. They didn't budge at all, so he pulled out his sonic screwdriver from a pocket concealed in his long, awkward robe.
Wowowowowowowowowowow. The sonic device hummed, but the door didn't budge. "Damn it!" The time lord cursed, kicking the door, "It doesn't work on wood!"
His companion looked around as the doctor pushed on the door fruitlessly- they could hear the screams of people inside, and the smoke coming through the top of the building was thicker and blacker than ever. "Aha!" She yelled triumphantly as she grabbed an axe that had been left sitting in some logs that were being split. "Stand back!" She tried to yell to the people on the other side of the door as she swung the tool with the full force of her body, bringing it down into the crack between the double doors and splitting the latch wide open.
She rushed in to the smoke filled room, followed by The Doctor, who kept his hand on his shoulder as to not lose her in the chaos. "Who's here?!" The Doctor yelled as they began to quickly search the rooms. Being careful to not get cut off from the door by the oncoming flames, the Doctor and Donna located two pairs of mother and child, and a few more single women who had huddled together in a corner. "Come with us!" The Time Lord ordered, "This is Donna, I'm the Doctor!"
The women and children appeared confused about this strange name or title, but follower their rescuer without reluctance. Donna and The Doctor helped them out of the split open door one by one, and watched as the rescued people scurried down the hill to join the rest of their townspeople.
The Doctor helped Donna through the splintered door, and then followed.
"Well, wish we could've done something about the flames," he chattered as he emerged through the door frame. His eyes were fixed on the ground as to avoid stepping on any sharp wood or the axe that Donna left carelessly lying about, but he looked up when he was abruptly stopped by a large shadow cast over him and the feeling of cold metal on his throat.
Donna was to his left, restrained by a hefty thug in leather armor. He had his hand over her mouth, keeping her from warning the time lord from danger as he passed through the door. Her eyes were apologetic as she looked worriedly at the doctor, but the blood running down the thug's fingers told The Doctor that Donna had put up a real fight. Sadly, the gash above her eye and the purple that was forming around Donna's cheek showed that the thug had fought back, and obviously won.
The man in front of The Doctor was mounted on a tall bay horse, whose width could rival its height. The animal stared forward with angry, tormented eyes, and for a moment the doctor pitied the animal, before looking up to the man holding the sword that was pressing so pleasantly into the doctor's adam's apple.
He was covered from head to toe in armour, with very little of his flesh exposed. His hands were gloved, his body and limbs covered in thick iron plates. His helmet was squared off at the top and rounded at the bottom, and left a small opening for which eye holes through which two brown eyes could be seen. Between them, the bridge of his nose was the only proof that a human was on that horse… or was it?
"Dalekius, I presume?" The doctor asked, putting his hands up in the air, "You've got me!"
"I am under strict orders to not let the man called The Doctor speak to me or anyone else." The armored beast of a man bellowed.
"Ah, but if you would let me speak, you would find that I'm actually quite likable, in fact-" The Doctor was cut short by a punch to the side of his head by another one of the thugs, rendering him unconscious.
"I said no speaking," Dalekius pronounced, turning his horse and then ordering his troops to move. With a strange nod to Donna, he proceeded to lead them out of the town.
"Bring them to camp," He told the group, "Watch them closely. Boss says they are tricksy."