Donatello's taken notice of the particular maneuvering of this mage as he continues to fend off. No punches, just precisely aimed fingers- pressure points? No, some other style? But he's a mage-
"Aagh!" The turtle staggers back at Dendrite's touch- no, not pressure points, stupid magic! His arm feels like it's on fire and then just suddenly goes numb. Oh, so that's what he's been trying to do, he thinks, simultaneously realizing this is Very Bad.
His grasp lost on his staff by one hand, he knows this isn't going to work well in his favor, and now he's forced on the defensive. -which is a good thing that Codi recovers and comes in. But she's not exactly a frontline fighter.
What might sound like a bunch of gibberish spills from his mouth as he latches onto that spark of anger at the mage. An equation... a formula? He points his staff and this time it is magic he's casting. "Eat my Exothermic Reaction!" he shouts, flames bursting up around Dendrite.
...why yes, that is Hellish Rebuke in Donnie language. That Steven has equated in some relatable way has worked wonders for him.
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"Aagh!" The turtle staggers back at Dendrite's touch- no, not pressure points, stupid magic! His arm feels like it's on fire and then just suddenly goes numb. Oh, so that's what he's been trying to do, he thinks, simultaneously realizing this is Very Bad.
His grasp lost on his staff by one hand, he knows this isn't going to work well in his favor, and now he's forced on the defensive. -which is a good thing that Codi recovers and comes in. But she's not exactly a frontline fighter.
What might sound like a bunch of gibberish spills from his mouth as he latches onto that spark of anger at the mage. An equation... a formula? He points his staff and this time it is magic he's casting. "Eat my Exothermic Reaction!" he shouts, flames bursting up around Dendrite.
...why yes, that is Hellish Rebuke in Donnie language. That Steven has equated in some relatable way has worked wonders for him.