He returned a half smile at the turtle's remark, though the hoped that he still had that much strength to fly some more. Deep inside, he knew that he should be getting back for a total rest, but his pride wouldn't just let him go that easily.

Donnie's next move however, caught him in a confusion as he can't help but stare at the fist bump that the turtle formed in front of him. Was that supposed to be an invitation for duel or something? He stared inadvertently, seemingly lost in the very thought of it. Had Donnie not pulled his hand to connect on the fist, he would have remained there for a few more minutes like a statue.

"Err...what was that for mate," he muttered in confusion letting the other person direct his motion.