[The Others want him to push harder, but Donnie does his best to ignore them, those voices, increasingly uncomfortable like people just leering over his shoulder.
He's not sure that the lack of that cocky smirk is any better as Two's expression shifts again. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Three barks out a bitter laugh at his brother's predictability once the other portals back, and just as quickly shouts a warning that nearly physically jerks Donnie back as he sees the first signs of light beneath his feet. Oh, he does not want to know where that goes or in how many pieces he might end up.
Battle shell unfolding, his rotors whine as they pull him upwards before his feet can sink.]
At least we're agreed in wanting to wrap things up. Fine.
[He holds his bō up like a mage bringing up a staff, that violet light appearing again, echoed in the markings on his skin and the lines of his battle shell. They trace out missiles of some sort, flanking either side of him.]
Sorry about this Leo, but if I can't get this jerk to give you back driving privileges then this is the next best thing. [(There's another option.)] -NO we are not doing that!
[Suddenly he charges forth, flying at Two as he lets those missiles fly. Not explosive but packed with electrical charge. And if those are expended, well there's plenty more where they came from.]
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He's not sure that the lack of that cocky smirk is any better as Two's expression shifts again. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Three barks out a bitter laugh at his brother's predictability once the other portals back, and just as quickly shouts a warning that nearly physically jerks Donnie back as he sees the first signs of light beneath his feet. Oh, he does not want to know where that goes or in how many pieces he might end up.
Battle shell unfolding, his rotors whine as they pull him upwards before his feet can sink.]
At least we're agreed in wanting to wrap things up. Fine.
[He holds his bō up like a mage bringing up a staff, that violet light appearing again, echoed in the markings on his skin and the lines of his battle shell. They trace out missiles of some sort, flanking either side of him.]
Sorry about this Leo, but if I can't get this jerk to give you back driving privileges then this is the next best thing. [(There's another option.)] -NO we are not doing that!
[Suddenly he charges forth, flying at Two as he lets those missiles fly. Not explosive but packed with electrical charge. And if those are expended, well there's plenty more where they came from.]