By then Donnie's caught up with what's happened, mentally kicking himself. Well of course the probability of survivors had been slim, but not impossible!

Going up against someone with a ranged weapon isn't his forte, and with the uneven 'terrain' between them, it would be difficult for him to try getting close without risking being a big target. He tries to have a look around the crates but he can't see anything, much less hear anything above the sound of his heart hammering in his chest.

There's another crack then, another shot but with no clear target, it wings the crate Link had led Donnie to. The turtlekin ducks his head at the fragments of wood that fly with it.