Looking at the deep blue mecha turning back towards him, Donatello's face unfurled an indescribable satisfaction.
Strategic soldier, that was his trump card!
All he awaited now was to take over Loki Heavy Industry, to then gain the ability to mass produce such mechs, hold orders from the Interstellar Mecha Association, and thereafter rake in massive amounts of money and prestige.
Everything was moving towards a better direction, wasn't it?
As for that mecha of Loki Heavy Industry in its death throes, he had just heard the report; that kid, cradling his arm, had entered the hangar.
Repair his own mech and continue to fight a few more times? Laughable!
Now, Donatello so wished to see Loki Heavy Industry appear on his own combat list.
Then, at the moment when the opponent believed hope had arrived, to crush him to death.
Unfortunately, the Interstellar Mecha Association truly wasn't a place he could manipulate.
