The Doctor glared at the strange man. "Actually, you might want to think about what you're doing. You really might..." But it was no good, and the Time Lord was forced to cut his sentence short as he was forced to dodge the projectile. He just barely managed, wincing as he felt the burn of magic on his arm, singing his jacket. That definitely felt real, alright.

This wasn't looking good. The Doctor had no way of really protecting himself against magic, and furthermore, there was still a sort of crowd around the train station. "Tell you what," said the Doctor, "why don't we take this little party somewhere else?"