He felt a strange mixture of satisfaction and resentment when the blow hit, because he knew that the Master could have avoided that, knew that really he was being played like a puppet, but at this moment? He was past caring.

As the Master ran at him he was once again knocked off his feet, the air leaving his lungs in one big oof as he fell to the floor and landed hard. Wincing, he got back to his feet, breathing heavily and lunging once again for the other Time Lord.

He was so past caring.