The jaw snap on his way out missed only because Rocket made sure not to rely on spit-speed. He added a boost from his flying rig too. At most, the thing bit into some of the blood drips flying off Rocket’s feet. (Which hurt like anything but at least he was flying and didn’t have to try and walk on them.)

The claws were big, Rocket was small, he avoided them (just barely) by flying theough gaps between individual claws. But he was still in danger from teeth and breath, because he didn’t let up, firepower continued to rain on the flying bone lizard’s head. “Izzat what these things’re called? Anorexic Smaugs? Seems fuckin’ long.”