He could've avoided it. The Doctor had never been much of a brawler. But he wanted it
to hit. He wanted the image to be seared into the other Time Lord's mind, to know that on this day I made you strike me.

The blow connected, whipping his neck to one side violently. He stumbled back, dazed for a moment, and shook the stars from his vision.

"...Heh."

He hunched down and ran at The Doctor, barreling into his chest.