"What?" Don't tell him this guy talks in the third person like Raph does. It's some small relief seeing Marc manage to finally grasp the reins. Donnie's not too sure what he'd be able to do by way of calming the manta down otherwise.

"Kinda late to realize that. Doesn't look like they're going to let up on the extra company any time soon either," he says, glancing upwards at a new sound fast approaching, likely not meaning anything good. He can barely make out the pair of figures that come rappelling down amidst the sideways rain.

"Incoming!" he warns, tugging out the baton-like stick hanging at his belt, extending it into a short staff with a flick of a switch and a twist of his wrist.