Donnie's tech-bō only had so much reach for height, and it would only hold so much weight. It might help with some of the weight but not for long, and they'd still be a bit cramped beneath it.
The turtle was panting hard, straining to hold his ninpō together. Hopefully Keith and Radley would know when to move because Donnie didn't have the breath to spare in order to lay out any plans. Everything was too hot, but he couldn't help but drop to a knee, trying to ignore the sensation of being slow-roasted. Maybe not the best thing to be doing either way when the floor's sticky with the very stuff feeding the fire.
The neon purple outlines take form, fritzing like a bad channel reception, shaping wiring and circuitry and cylinders on a spot upon the wall before them, the internal workings of a modernized petard soon sealed within a translucent shell as the final pieces are visualized and conjured.
Donnie shifted his shield to be situated between them and the wall with the bomb, and hopefully no one was on the other side as the mystic-tech explosive went off, force pushing outwards along with a good portion of the wall that had surrounded it.
The building shuddered with it, more debris showering from above, causing the titanium of the makeshift support to groan, although it was unable to do much for the looser parts, burning pieces falling around and on top of them. Donnie collapsed too, the blast he charged for the explosion eating up whatever reserves he had.
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The turtle was panting hard, straining to hold his ninpō together. Hopefully Keith and Radley would know when to move because Donnie didn't have the breath to spare in order to lay out any plans. Everything was too hot, but he couldn't help but drop to a knee, trying to ignore the sensation of being slow-roasted. Maybe not the best thing to be doing either way when the floor's sticky with the very stuff feeding the fire.
The neon purple outlines take form, fritzing like a bad channel reception, shaping wiring and circuitry and cylinders on a spot upon the wall before them, the internal workings of a modernized petard soon sealed within a translucent shell as the final pieces are visualized and conjured.
Donnie shifted his shield to be situated between them and the wall with the bomb, and hopefully no one was on the other side as the mystic-tech explosive went off, force pushing outwards along with a good portion of the wall that had surrounded it.
The building shuddered with it, more debris showering from above, causing the titanium of the makeshift support to groan, although it was unable to do much for the looser parts, burning pieces falling around and on top of them. Donnie collapsed too, the blast he charged for the explosion eating up whatever reserves he had.