By now Donnie's got a vague idea of how his teammates fight. He hasn't run in, not when Nyammy's got a better handle on shields than he has, but once she's got it up, Donnie stands just beside her, taking full advantage of the thing for cover while he concentrates.
On the other side of the shield between them and the soldiers, eye-searing lines of neon magenta trace in the air, intersecting to form the outlines of parts, building from the inside out that it might not be readily recognizable until the outer layers of an Armor's cannon slot into place, and by that point it's already primed and firing.
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Date: 2025-03-01 04:40 am (UTC)On the other side of the shield between them and the soldiers, eye-searing lines of neon magenta trace in the air, intersecting to form the outlines of parts, building from the inside out that it might not be readily recognizable until the outer layers of an Armor's cannon slot into place, and by that point it's already primed and firing.
He's not holding back anymore, it seems.