[What with all the beasts invading Haven, it was only a matter of time before Rocket got involved. He'd managed to track down one of the smaller ones and had some fun with it, using his smaller size and speed to dodge away from it, firing at every spot he could hit until he found a good weak point.
Once that was found, well, it was all over then. Though he didn't get away without some damage himself, especially to his tail where some of that acid had gotten.
Perched on top of the thing's head as he checked his pistols over to make sure they were alright--it had been awhile since he'd used them in such a manner after all--Rocket has his comm link active though he doesn't glance at it.
His guns are a far more pressing concern after all.]
They're pretty tricky bastards, so be careful, mates. Especially watch out for the acid.
[His singed and extremely painful tail jerks a bit, causing the raccoon to flinch slightly, his ears falling back.
Finished with his once over on the pistols, Rocket holsters them both and scoops his comm unit up.]
Anyone need some help dealing with the farkin' bastards? | |
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