"Come on, come on, come on..." Donnie murmurs as he pushes the armor. They probably won't be able to fly very far, but he's sure they can make it to the hatch and call for a pick-up.
That Link's still in danger of getting hit is worrying, but the Feder's weaponless, its guns probably buried somewhere below. Time to improvise then.
That purple light appears again, lines forming their own weapons, ammunition slotting into hardlight components of an armor-grade pistol. Donnie fires in the direction the shots had come from, trying to ignore the panicked shouts as he lays down cover fire. It's either them or Link, and Donnie's not letting anyone hurt his friend and ally.
The entire armor falters in midair as one of the thrusters threatens to gut out, and Donnie shifts the massive thing forward to plant a foot on some jutting piece of machinery, propelling them closer towards the hatch with each jerky step.
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Date: 2024-11-27 09:39 am (UTC)That Link's still in danger of getting hit is worrying, but the Feder's weaponless, its guns probably buried somewhere below. Time to improvise then.
That purple light appears again, lines forming their own weapons, ammunition slotting into hardlight components of an armor-grade pistol. Donnie fires in the direction the shots had come from, trying to ignore the panicked shouts as he lays down cover fire. It's either them or Link, and Donnie's not letting anyone hurt his friend and ally.
The entire armor falters in midair as one of the thrusters threatens to gut out, and Donnie shifts the massive thing forward to plant a foot on some jutting piece of machinery, propelling them closer towards the hatch with each jerky step.