Whatever he might have shouted catches in his throat, and all he can do is watch. It's like he's seeing someone else, something Leo-shaped moving, reacting. It scares him, the lack of any quips, of any words, really.

Donnie grits his teeth, forcing himself to move, even as pain jolts through his feet and legs as he finally stands. He tries to ignore it, pushing himself forward, wings tucking tightly behind him as he starts to pick up speed. Running feels weird, but he's closing the distance, throwing himself at the wounded beast before it can gather itself to lunge at Leo again. Light flares around the end of his staff in his signature rocket-mallet as he brings it down on the thing's head.