I'm not even- [Or at least that's how he starts before the creature bellows another roar, close enough that it blows back Rocket's fur. He shoulders the gun and aims, clipping it on the shoulder instead of the head. He wasn't fast enough.] Shit.
[He aims again, but the creature's predicted his movements- god, he hates it when they're clever- and swats him out of the way, sending him tumbling. Had to say he wasn't injured, didn't he. Rocket pushes himself to his feet, holding his side where the thing's claws dug in a bit. It's not great, and now there's blood in the air, which makes the creature's feline eyes narrow to frenzied slits.] What was that about healing again?
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[He aims again, but the creature's predicted his movements- god, he hates it when they're clever- and swats him out of the way, sending him tumbling. Had to say he wasn't injured, didn't he. Rocket pushes himself to his feet, holding his side where the thing's claws dug in a bit. It's not great, and now there's blood in the air, which makes the creature's feline eyes narrow to frenzied slits.] What was that about healing again?