[ It's the kind of blast that don't happen often, that's for sure. Magic's a whole other thing he has very little experience with, and simultaneously has had more exposure to since he arrived in this world.
So, yeah, why not get blasted with some random guy's magic, right? Okay.
The force of it feels like a punch to the gut, leaving him stunned and a little winded, and his claws instantly loosen their hold on the Mothman's front. But before he can be tossed onto the floor like nothing more than a funny-faced rag-doll in an expensive suit, Nero's got a hold of him with an expert catch. Regaining his wits about him, he'll quickly perch himself at his roomie's shoulder, feeling the familiarity of the move as if he were back home with Groot.
It also allows him a better study of the guy that hit him with that shield-y magic. Not much to say, really, except that it feels a little like he's staring into the galaxy with all of its stars and shadows. If he didn't want to go ahead and attack this guy too, he'd even say it's kind of a pretty looking costume.
Now it's just making him mad.
Tilting his head towards Nero, his voice a higher pitch with incredulousness, he spits: ]
Who the hell is this guy?
[ 'Water boy' means nothing to him, sure, but it does hint that Nero at least has some familiarity with him ... which frankly doesn't put that much more context into the situation, but it doesn't matter to Rocket. He's got his own motivations for nosing into this business, and more than that he's eager for a real fight. ]
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So, yeah, why not get blasted with some random guy's magic, right? Okay.
The force of it feels like a punch to the gut, leaving him stunned and a little winded, and his claws instantly loosen their hold on the Mothman's front. But before he can be tossed onto the floor like nothing more than a funny-faced rag-doll in an expensive suit, Nero's got a hold of him with an expert catch. Regaining his wits about him, he'll quickly perch himself at his roomie's shoulder, feeling the familiarity of the move as if he were back home with Groot.
It also allows him a better study of the guy that hit him with that shield-y magic. Not much to say, really, except that it feels a little like he's staring into the galaxy with all of its stars and shadows. If he didn't want to go ahead and attack this guy too, he'd even say it's kind of a pretty looking costume.
Now it's just making him mad.
Tilting his head towards Nero, his voice a higher pitch with incredulousness, he spits: ]
Who the hell is this guy?
[ 'Water boy' means nothing to him, sure, but it does hint that Nero at least has some familiarity with him ... which frankly doesn't put that much more context into the situation, but it doesn't matter to Rocket. He's got his own motivations for nosing into this business, and more than that he's eager for a real fight. ]