Donnie tries not to get distracted as he that glow that seems to accompany Noctis's magic ability lights up the area again. It's kind of hard when your teammate is being rather cool though. Weapons from magic? Weapons are tools. Hm.

"-technically I'm native to this world," the turtlekin can't help but clarify, but he at least goes back to his own task. Weapons as a tool. He can make tools with magic. Magic tools...magic...weapon?

Donnie spins his staff outward, magenta light tracing around one end as he holds it out, forming the neon outline of a blade, kind of like a short naginata. He brings it around and down, driving it into the seam of the panel to wedge it open. The armor freezes at the sound of the clang once the cover finally gives, the pilot finally realizing just where the green kid is, but he can't do much of anything with alarms going off everywhere in the cockpit.

"Gotcha!" Donnie grins, hanging on with one hand around the opening, eyes roving the mess of wires before he brings his mystic blade in again, severing the ones he's looking for. "Time to shut this thing down! Head's up, Noctis!" he shouts as the armor, power cut, suddenly lists to the side, arms dropping to its sides as the pilot loses control of them.

The turtlekin makes a leap from the thing before it hits the ground.