Some of Peter's web-cables go flying as the creature pulls against them. In the creature's struggle to pull loose, Peter is thrown against his ribcage (once, twice) before crashing below with a tumble. "Ow!"

Peter's hands, by some miracle, are still latched around the last bit of web-cabling; untethered, the cable had shifted with the dragon's weight. Peter catches it to the round, then looks up at the others, still in the throes of combat.

Peter somehow resists the urge to ask Rocket if he's okay (he figures Rocket wouldn't like it and besides that, if he's swearing, he's probably okay) and goes in for yet another round of tether the bone dragon to the ground.

Peter sends another spray of webbing up towards the creature's webcage, and starts again -- this time, faster and with more urgency than before.