Donnie sets the plate within, letting the heat wash over him while he watches the metal as it begins to slowly redden.

"Yeah," he says eventually, offering nothing more on that matter. Stupid Empire.

His brow furrows as he studies the contents of the forge. "I mean, I guess. They're made to mimic the movements of an organic form. But Soldier-class is still on the slow side. They're made of steel so they're tough, built to take a hit and deliver it."