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- They burst out into the courtyard to see at least ten Daleks heading straight for them. Cinder knew she couldn't take them all before they brought her down, and the cannon still being clutched by the DOctor would prove utterly ineffective.
- They were all here, all the various types of Dalek and Degradation she had seen before: standard ones in bronze and gold, Gliders, Spiders, Temporal Weapons. There were new ones, too, versions she'd never encountered on patrol: black ones, silver ones with blue domes; another of the purest white, like a pale ghost—each of them as deadly as the others.
- She levelled her gun at the oncoming tide, resolved that she would take at least half of them down with her.
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