"Funny, one would think a wall of flames would suitably dissuade further advancement." His tone is dry but in truth he finds nothing humorous about the situation. Somehow watching people on fire still insistently plodding through the flames toward them is even more disturbing than when they were just armed with general tools and clods of mushroom. Maybe not quite as awful as alien-possessed and mutated, but it's rapidly working its way up there.

"Well at least the spores should be taken care of," Donatello notes, trying to find something positive to all this. The fans flicker and vanish, but the flames continue to burn, just no longer whipped around. He's trying to fill the space of otherwise lacking banter, unsure what to make of whatever mode Li's settled into. It's eerie, and the only reassuring thing is that she's on his side.

"Li, I'm going for the fire hydrant! I don't know how long their bodies will keep up after getting toasted, but so long as they continue moving while on fire, that'll just cause a whole other set of problems. Might even be able to knock the rest of them back if I can redirect the flow." He points towards the hydrant in question, at the edge of the intersection where fiery forms still painfully weave their way around the singed cars. "Cover me!"