Distantly, even while trying to collect himself, Donnie can't help but think 'oh, so that's what he meant by explosions.'
He winces as he pushes himself up, his shell still throbbing unpleasantly, and it feels like it syncs with the stinging on his hands and feet as the come into contact with what broken bits of thorns had been scattered from his Tank's path. The turtle starts to nod, though it takes some effort to pull his eyes away from Akechi's pointy additions. Moving would be good, he should get back to his tank-
Donnie grimaces as his gaze falls back upon his hands again, claws having formed from his fingertips. Unfortunately not something he hasn't seen before, but he'd hoped the snake thing was overwith. Don't panic don't don't panic get it together Donatello!
"The Turtle Tank!" he shouts, nearly startling himself as he pulls his focus together. It's still been traveling forward, his bō wedged on the gas pedal. He could probably catch up to it with a conjured battle shell, but that'd mean leaving Akechi behind to deal with things, and he's not sure how long the guy can hold up when he'd said it wore on his stamina.
"Can you give me a ride? I'll keep these things off of us." To punctuate that point, lines of glowing magenta start forming around him, tracing out small missiles that go rocketing off towards another pack of chromehounds, and he's already reforming another rifle as more gunshots fire off from the raiders behind them.
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He winces as he pushes himself up, his shell still throbbing unpleasantly, and it feels like it syncs with the stinging on his hands and feet as the come into contact with what broken bits of thorns had been scattered from his Tank's path. The turtle starts to nod, though it takes some effort to pull his eyes away from Akechi's pointy additions. Moving would be good, he should get back to his tank-
Donnie grimaces as his gaze falls back upon his hands again, claws having formed from his fingertips. Unfortunately not something he hasn't seen before, but he'd hoped the snake thing was overwith. Don't panic don't don't panic get it together Donatello!
"The Turtle Tank!" he shouts, nearly startling himself as he pulls his focus together. It's still been traveling forward, his bō wedged on the gas pedal. He could probably catch up to it with a conjured battle shell, but that'd mean leaving Akechi behind to deal with things, and he's not sure how long the guy can hold up when he'd said it wore on his stamina.
"Can you give me a ride? I'll keep these things off of us." To punctuate that point, lines of glowing magenta start forming around him, tracing out small missiles that go rocketing off towards another pack of chromehounds, and he's already reforming another rifle as more gunshots fire off from the raiders behind them.