The Master smirked watching the Doctor stumble around seeming lost. He laughed like he was crazy. The Doctor lost. Oh what a great day this was for him. Plus he was injured. He knew that was the right moment to strike.
He stepped out of his hiding place. "Ah lost are we Doctor," He could see the Doctor was anxious. He did enjoy it when he had advantage over the Doctor, He was wondering if he could find the TARDIS and keep it out of the Doctors reach.

He could see the Doctor was suffering and in pain. He was sure the Doctor didn't have the energy to even fight back. He laughed and walked around him "You can't escape which means I'm going to win."
Oh how he loved the thought of winning.
It had been a long time since he had been sure that he was going to win.
The Master was going to make sure that he made the right moves before attacking and trying to capture the Doctor. He was looking at him. He got even closer and pulled the Doctor by the collar of his coat. "And you can't do nothing, you are trapped here."