Davros turned his head left and right in alarm as he watched his forces erupt into fountains of metal, sparks and fire. His leather skin was pulled wide around his sockets in shock while he let out a long screech of despair as all of his plans fell to pieces. "What have you done Doctor?!" He cursed whilst the Doctor hopped from his wheel chair.<br/><br/>The Doctor waggled the golden wrench between his fingers before pocketing the tool with a smirk. "Psychic Wrench, I use it to help people get a grip when they're a bit loose in the head," the Doctor said before pointing at the smashed black device that Davros still held in his metal claw. "Seeing as how you destroyed the beacon it let out a large amount of white noise on the Dalek's frequency. So I decided to up the Amp to the point where the Daleks minds would spiral out of control and then of course..." the Doctor made a thumbs down before smirking. "...detonate."<br/><br/>"But don't worry Davros, some of your troops still survived," the Doctor spoke before outstretching his arms to his sides and smiling. "These guys made it out A-okay," he said before ten Daleks slowly landed behind the Doctor and aimed their guns at Davros.<br/><br/><strong>"For clan McCrimmon..."</strong>They growled in their scratchy Scottish voices. If Davros had eyes, they would be full of fear as he watched his creations stare down at him from the enemy's side of the battlefield.<br/><br/>"In case you can't remember the phrase, you're meant to use now Davros. I'll say it for you," the Doctor said with a pearly grin, before it vanished from his face and was replaced with a cold, hard look that bristled with anger. "Surrender."