"Well, maybe it'll just get behind you. It's gotta see me up here." And given Rocket's voice comes from somewhere in the thick pine-scented foliage, that will be a feat. He finds a sturdy branch, tests it out, realizes it's not sturdy enough and backs up closer to the trunk as the thing makes a painful sounding snap and breaks off.
"Flark that branch in particular," he says, loud enough to be heard, so it sounds like he intentionally broke that one. His next one is stable enough and he sets up, focusing on the spot just behind Alex. "All right, kid. Just don't turn around for nothin'."
And the waiting begins. And stretches on. Rocket takes to hissing "c'mon, c'mon" under his breath to urge the stupid monster to wander into his line of sight and just as trigger finger gets itchy, he hears it- a weird maraca-like sound
From behind him.
The sound jars something in his animal hindbrain and his finger yanks back hard on the trigger and a burst of hot plasma proceeds to obliterate a tree across the way- fortunately missing scorching Alex, but there's always the chance of falling tree debris.
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"Flark that branch in particular," he says, loud enough to be heard, so it sounds like he intentionally broke that one. His next one is stable enough and he sets up, focusing on the spot just behind Alex. "All right, kid. Just don't turn around for nothin'."
And the waiting begins. And stretches on. Rocket takes to hissing "c'mon, c'mon" under his breath to urge the stupid monster to wander into his line of sight and just as trigger finger gets itchy, he hears it- a weird maraca-like sound
From behind him.
The sound jars something in his animal hindbrain and his finger yanks back hard on the trigger and a burst of hot plasma proceeds to obliterate a tree across the way- fortunately missing scorching Alex, but there's always the chance of falling tree debris.
That happened.