As he heard Jack chattering away nearby, Wilbur felt a thick sense of regret surge within him. The Japanese outright outlawing them... he was starting to wonder if he should have stayed behind to speak on behalf of the Splinter group. He had hoped someone else from their group would stand up to testify and that he wouldn't have to. After all, he was arguably one of the strongest parts of their splinter group, losing him would put them at a combatative disadvantage regarding this skeleton... no, he couldn't go and lose his focus now. For now, he just had to work with the team and act as their handyman for the upcoming job. 

Once the jet landed, Wilbur hobbled off and looked toward the sky.
"And 3... 2... 1..." he murmured as his mighty mechanical vessel came soaring down from the sky and landed on the runway, just a few metres in front of him. He smiled as he approached the underbelly, it opening up to reveal the interior of the shell. Such a familiarity to him at this point, the steam that rose from the interior whenever it opened, the hiss of the shell's door opening to him and the small seat inside. He stepped inward and settled in, the door sealing behind him as the shell became operational. Once inside, the seat rose a bit so his head could get a clear view from the glass dome on its top, his main for of getting a visual on the fight. It was well protected at least, so he didn't have to worry about it breaking. 

He set the shell into hover mode, two of its pulse engines activating on either side of the suit and allowing it to float comfortably in the air, a short distance off of it. He ran a quick diagnostic on the shell's system. It'd taken a bit of a toll in Nagoya, but he'd fixed her up good and proper. Ammo count was on point, his battery was at 97% charge rate, everything was running smoothly. A fine tuned and well oiled machine was always the key to victory, wherever Wilbur was concerned anyway. For now, they had a job to do and he made quick headway above his fellow heroes to spot where the incident was going on, refusing to take the car and insisting his mechanical shell would be faster. And it was, taking a path over the buildings beat the road, after all. He at least had Jack tell him his plan beforehand as he touched down at the scene. 

"Listen to what he's saying, you're outnumbered and outgunned." Tortoise added to Jack's words as he took one point of exit to cover. He se his shell's trackers on the skeleton and did a little analysis on him, also getting a lock on should he need to attack him. He was picking up something strange in him, in his biology specifically. His molecular structure's movement was insanely high, to the point of ludicrousness. Of course, Wilbur had to account for magic, something his systems wouldn't be able to anaylyse too well. How DO you analyse magic, anyhow? In any case, his best bet was to use fire against him, one of the fastest methods of breaking down a molecular structure, particularly on a human. Of course, using the flamethrower whilst the area was crowded wasn't the best of strategies... no, he'd need to wait for the right moment and use his shell's large durable form to absorb any other kind of blows this guy might swing at them.