The Master was ready for him. He brought his arms back and leaned into the blow, wrapping his right arm around The Doctor's neck. But the other Time Lord was more forceful than he expected - his footing failed and he was forced backwards, slamming into the counter. He shouted in pain but held on tenaciously, squeezing The Doctor's neck as hard as he could muster without completely slipping to the floor.

He was suddenly aware of the frantic beating of their hearts, their gasping breath, grinding teeth and pain and thoughts...

His head swam with perverse glee. This is what he wanted.