It was a good thing Donnie had been overly paranoid enough to wear his battle shell everywhere, otherwise things would be very different without it. But a battle shell only did so much when an entire building was about to fall on you.

"-fine..!" he grunted, which came out more a cough and was probably a lie, but none of them were really fine here. He caught a glimpse of Keith's shield- oh Newton, that was a good idea. Carefully he pushed himself up enough to tap at his bracer, producing a hardlight shield of his own, and not a second too soon as another chunk of debris bounced off it, inches from his head.

It took even more effort to get back onto his feet, his body doubled over, still wracked with coughs. He twisted the handle of his shovel, transforming the tech-bō back to its default mode before tapping another button to unfold it into a makeshift support from what bit of the ceiling still bowed above them.

"...I'm going to try blowing a hole..." he gasped, hands bracing against his knees. It was hard trying to focus, violet light flickering as he struggled to hold onto a form.