"Will do," Donnie says. He'd already situated himself more on that side, bracing himself as well as he can.

Tired and hurting as he is, there's something about being in the cockpit of an Armor that stokes his adrenaline reserves. He's used to feeling the forces of the movement within such a suit, and once they hit the air, it's such a strange sensation, feeling your stomach flip, but nothing further pulling you down.

An almost manic grin blooms across the turtlekin's face at the rush, his grip tightening around an side handlebar. He'll feel absolutely horrible later on, but right now, he's in the moment.