[Donnie rolls his eyes at the sound because of course they can't just salvage in peace.
He lets his mystic-tech tool decompile into pixelated motes of light, tipping up his goggles as he kicks up his staff from the ground, although not without a wince. His feet have been a bit sore and he can see the appeal of making some actual footwear, but that'll have to wait.
Rolling his shoulders, he turns, ignoring the twinge in his shoulder blades as he settles into a defensive stance.]
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He lets his mystic-tech tool decompile into pixelated motes of light, tipping up his goggles as he kicks up his staff from the ground, although not without a wince. His feet have been a bit sore and he can see the appeal of making some actual footwear, but that'll have to wait.
Rolling his shoulders, he turns, ignoring the twinge in his shoulder blades as he settles into a defensive stance.]