Donnie doesn't hold the shield any longer than he has to, knowing he's only got so much in reserve. He lets it go the moment they've pulled out of immediate range. Shields are still relatively new to him, but the shape vaguely echoes that of the battle shell he'd made for himself.

One of the other Armors lands not far from them, shots trailing after them. The other remains airborne, looping around to try getting in front of them, gunshots pelting the ground and making way towards them.