tactician
a natural savant, both the resident tactician && mechanic of Peter Quill's team.
marksman
able to build && operate most weapons' systems with ease and unparalleled accuracy.
pilot
captain of the Rack 'N' Ruin; can adapt to fly most vehicles able for space-travel.
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.