Those words are enough of a warning for him, and yet it's still a bit scary going up against something potentially Kraang on your own. But this one has been so insistent on getting answers. The Kraang usually didn't care to waste time with words from what he'd experienced.
Donnie yelps as the robotic beast lunges, and indeed he moves to evade, staff swinging to cover him as he tries to avoid her. Yet somehow it seems she's anticipated just where he intends to be, and panic flashes across his face when he ends up caught up in her claws. Somehow he manages to keep a hold of his bō but as Esmeryl's grasp tightens around him he gasps in pain as it squeezes uncomfortably around his still tender shell.
It's a dizzying view despite hus being so used to flying. But it's different when someone else is doing the piloting.
His free hand tries to no avail to loosen that metal vicelike grip from around him, and he squeezes his eyes shut as he tries to ignore the pain.
"You're crazy!" What is she going about? Her 'son'? Clearly something isn't wired right. But this close he still can't see where a Kraang would insert themselves into the armor, unless this one has some internal housing for the cockpit. If he tries to fry this thing's processor it'd leave him falling, potentially still in her grasp, and that doesn't sound at all appealing. Ugggh it hurts. He feels like he wants to faint and he tries to get a good gulp of air but it's difficult when he's being held so tightly.
"F-Fine..! It's Earth! Happy?!" he wheezes, hand slipping as he tries to hold himself upright.
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Donnie yelps as the robotic beast lunges, and indeed he moves to evade, staff swinging to cover him as he tries to avoid her. Yet somehow it seems she's anticipated just where he intends to be, and panic flashes across his face when he ends up caught up in her claws. Somehow he manages to keep a hold of his bō but as Esmeryl's grasp tightens around him he gasps in pain as it squeezes uncomfortably around his still tender shell.
It's a dizzying view despite hus being so used to flying. But it's different when someone else is doing the piloting.
His free hand tries to no avail to loosen that metal vicelike grip from around him, and he squeezes his eyes shut as he tries to ignore the pain.
"You're crazy!" What is she going about? Her 'son'? Clearly something isn't wired right. But this close he still can't see where a Kraang would insert themselves into the armor, unless this one has some internal housing for the cockpit. If he tries to fry this thing's processor it'd leave him falling, potentially still in her grasp, and that doesn't sound at all appealing. Ugggh it hurts. He feels like he wants to faint and he tries to get a good gulp of air but it's difficult when he's being held so tightly.
"F-Fine..! It's Earth! Happy?!" he wheezes, hand slipping as he tries to hold himself upright.