"We all know the Doctor has no taste. Who'd say such a thing about a beautiful body like this?" Brighella's sounding a little exhilarated, leaning out of the way of the claws so they rake his side and face - another burst of blue-purple and he brushes away shredded cloth while throwing up up ten foot spikes of ice under Scar's massive body.

He claps his hand and a blizzard of ice spins out from around him, snow and thin shards of ice creating a cloud blocking visibility that grows wider and wider.