As much as Donnie would usually love to infodump, he wasn't up to the task at the moment. He could feel the weight of the building pressing against his mystic-tech and even one unfamiliar with his ninpō could see it flicker, likely not to last very long. It was a drain when he was already tired, compounded by the inability to breathe and the ever rising heat.

He staggered after Keith, leaning on his shovel. For a moment he watched blearily as the other began to work at the wall. Could've helped with that... He shook his head, pulling himself straight as he shifted the grip on his tech-bō. Laser rifle is too narrow, buzzsaw, maybe? Drill will compromise things faster-

Pain spiked through him as he felt his ninpō give, the translucent support pillar vanishing in a flurry of pixelated purple light as the weight of the ceiling bore down, finally too much to hold.

A chunk of debris smacked into his shoulder, and while the battle shell beneath his jacket blunted the blow, it was still heavy and more than enough to knock him off balance and to the ground, more pieces beginning to rain down upon them. Good that they moved from the center as the bulk of the ceiling fell in, but it was quickly affecting everything else.