Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 349: Incendiary at dw100.

Summary: Ace has her own way of dealing with problems.

The Doctor threw himself flat, arms over his head, holding his hat in place as an explosion rocked the ground. In the distance, plumes of smoke rose high above the trees; something was on fire.

He sat up cautiously, still holding his hat with one hand, his umbrella with the other. “What in the universe was that?”

“That?” Ace shrugged. “Incendiary bomb, a little something I cooked up to repay our friends for their hospitality.”

“You blew up their ships?”

“Only one of them. They’ll all have to squeeze into the other one. Pretty sure they won’t bother coming back.”

The End