"Roger." The man's voice was low, tense - acknowledging the advice as he focused - aiming for the arm joints, the less bullets flying their way the better - hearing the sound of bullets grazing the armor - and no doubt hitting, but so far it hadn't hit anything vital.

He sensed more than actually saw the flash, as he presses the fight, trying to move the Feder without pressing too much against Donnie, or compromising his ability to move.

A burst of light and smoke erupted from the grounded armor's right arm, quickly strafing to get behind before they can recover.