The soldier's jaws drop even further and they take off towards the offices while the Time Lord just keeps walking. The gates are no obstacle, and once outside, he reaches back and clicks off the device, his grip on Selphie loosening slightly. Swords, nails, torches, hinges, screws, pots, pans, and all manner of metal objects caught in his trap fall to the ground with a clattering din, throwing up sparks and catching a bale of hay on fire.

Down the path he goes, confident as you please, all the way to where the getaway skiff is resting. Setting Selphie down, he looks back at the burning fort, a scowl on his face. It takes a minute for him to tear his eyes away, but he does, though his face is still somewhat haunted as he looks down at her. Forcing a smile, he brushes some hair out of her face and pulls out the sonic.

"Right. Now, let's get that lip and eye looked at."