There's a moment of a blank look as Donnie looks at his staff being offered back to him, as though puzzled how it had even gotten away from him. But he takes it, blinking when Link pulls out his own.

...well, a staff is a staff. It's not like Donnie hadn't used a mop or a broom handle before, and by now he's stopped questioning anything that Link pulls out of his bag.

The corner of his mouth quirks at the silent offer before he takes a few steps back, readjusting his grip on his titanium staff. Hopefully Link's broom handle is at least sturdy, but Donnie at least figures he should probably not try to strike as hard as he had been with that dummy.