"It's not my favorite kind of fight, but I should be fine."

Donnie reached into a pouch on his belt. He'd spent some of his time in the labs reconstructing the usual ninja bag of tricks, plus working on a few new ones; he was really meant for a close fight rather than a shootout, but he wasn't entirely a sitting duck. Shurikens, check. Smoke bomb, check. EMP bomb, check, but he'd only just put that one together and hadn't really tested whether it was the right kind of thing to take their weapons out, and the radius was probably a little too close for comfort in here -

- yeah, okay, maybe not that one.

"Go for the gold."