[It's a good thing he has honed his hearing, even before the loss of his vision and his adaptation to living the way he does now. It's the only way someone could've heard fully what Rocket had described and commented as he stepped aside and dodged the wide swipes of machete-like fingers from the aberration in front of him.
But what Rocket is telling him is almost so weird to him that he almost missteps and falls straight into a blade, but managing to keep the damage to the seam of his jacket.]
Not friends. Not this one. [He swipes at each one of those fingers before he cleaves the blade straight into the creature's chest.] Opponents.
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But what Rocket is telling him is almost so weird to him that he almost missteps and falls straight into a blade, but managing to keep the damage to the seam of his jacket.]
Not friends. Not this one. [He swipes at each one of those fingers before he cleaves the blade straight into the creature's chest.] Opponents.