[Ah, no no no no — Peter rolls to his feet, spider eyes widening on his mask as he notices Quill striking the tree and the creature that starts rushing toward him with an open mouth. He's pretty sure that the Guardian is fleshy and easy to chew through if something got its teeth on it. He growls out a no and launches himself on two webs toward the heart of the violence until he's landed right between the two, and when the jaws move to snap down he grabs the mouth and holds it open with shaking arms.
Blood pours down from the back of the creature's wounded head, and while Peter's feet are sticking resiliently against the ground, the earth itself begins to depress under the heels of his suit. He keeps the mouth wide open mid-bite, pushing hard to keep the soft interior showing. As much as he doesn't want the creature dead, he knows that it might not be an option, to spare it and run.]
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Blood pours down from the back of the creature's wounded head, and while Peter's feet are sticking resiliently against the ground, the earth itself begins to depress under the heels of his suit. He keeps the mouth wide open mid-bite, pushing hard to keep the soft interior showing. As much as he doesn't want the creature dead, he knows that it might not be an option, to spare it and run.]
You're way too — stubborn for your — own good —!