Somehow, Donnie'd forgotten all about the gun. He'd gotten caught up in a good old melee fight, his cockiness only stoked for the impromptu science lesson. Locked as he is with his staff against the blade, there really isn't much time to move when the gun goes off.

He's never been shot before, and it all happens so fast that his brain's not fully registering it, save for the burning spike of a sensation in his arm, somehow feeling both hot and cold. He'd tried to move but it hadn't been enough, and now he's hardly moving for the shock of what had happened, taking a step back, grip from his shot arm faltering around his staff.