Nephanee's intervention is a timely one as Donnie's arms begin to quiver under the pressure, and he does not like the sneer that pulls across the soldier's face. Both of them look up at the shout, and then suddenly the pressure's gone and Donnie's stumbling forward for the lack of opposition. He sees Nephanee's powerful strikes and it's probably a good thing he can't clearly see what's become of her target. The bloodied halberd is awfully telling though...

"Y-yeah," he stammers, shaking out one hand, then the other before he readjusts his grip on his own weapon, looking around at any remaining threats while pointedly trying not to look wherever that bloody trail ended up. Don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it