Donnie feels the first shots from the enemy Armor as it easily obliterates his construct, maintaining a grin only because he knows it'd be too late for them to turn about upon realizing the decoy.

A brilliant bloom of red flares through the smoke before trailing a new plume as the Armor veers downwards.

"Clear, let's go!" he says breathlessly, relieved but trying not to let his guard down, not until they get back to the ship.