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     The claws threatened to draw blood from her arm, teeth giving
      a light grit to hold back the pain. It could be either his claws of near
       death - rather take claws any day, honestly.

The surprise is just enough for her to be rid of the shield, energy transferring 
to make a rift just before them, one that would read them right into the safety
of Xandar.

               Their pursuer, who had begun to collect some atrocious names from Rocket, fell back at last. And, with him went the noise and rush of the fight as Tess threw them both into the folds of a rift that would close up on itself just as easily as it had opened. Not before Rocket hit the ground, though, and hard in the middle of a pedestrian bridge.

     Left flat on his back, it took him a minute to breathe again. Even if he hadn’t lost most of his blood down his front, their landing hadn’t exactly been a soft one. It left him laughing, though, in relief at the puzzled faces of Xandarian people who both recognized him and didn’t.

❝There’s a park some-odd yards that way,
                                     Y’couldn’t aim for that . . ?❞

He barked his words, but it wasn’t with any ill-intent. After all, Rocket was just as happy as she that they were alive — albeit a little worse for wear.