The turtle smirks as he watches Akechi comes out of his roll. "Showoff."

They're almost to their goal. This last section has the pipes hanging overhead, hot water seeping from the compromised seams, dripping down onto the catwalk below it. There's a hiss in warning before jets of steam and a brief spray of hot water spew down in front of them.

"I thoroughly concur. More so if this turns out to be all for nothing, in which case, damaging the catwalk will only be the start!"

The surge of heat looks like it's tapering off, so Donnie makes his move, dashing forward. He winces, steps faltering as he mentally scolds himself for neglecting the fact that the metal would be hot- and slippery. It's not any less comfortable to land on, but at least it doesn't seem hot enough to burn, even as he whines as he pushes himself up. "Owowow!"

Above, the hissing is starting up again...