Rocket dodged most of the bone shard breath, but not all of it: bits stuck in his back and legs. He'd definitely feel it later, but for now he was on a combat high and also his feet still hurt enough to hide the rest. "Nah, you're gonna be Puff! Suck it, bone lizard!"

If he'd known there was a song, Rocket might even have begun singing it.

There wasn't a lot of head left, so when he let himself drop down to start unloading the cannon on Puff's chest, it wasn't because Kitty had told him to. It was because it was a good idea!