[The jaws rear back and away from him, and he stumbles as he watches Quill go; holy shit. Holy shit? He didn't do anything crazy like that before...! He's got way more going on than he thought, but that can wait — really, it's small in the grand scheme of things, as he fires a few more grenades and they burst under the beast, keeping him at least from running off into the brush with Quill. It's stuck and bucking to try and unstick itself.
And then after the killing blow, it just collapses into the webbing entirely. A soft sigh escapes him at the last breaths; he doesn't like it, when something has to die. He doesn't like it when he can't resolve something with all the lives involved being spared.
... Maybe... save for Thanos.
He looks long and hard at Quill, unsure what to say. After a moment of hesitation silence:]
Are you good?
[He wasn't sure if he added even more wounds to the current selection. Hell, he isn't sure what kind of wounds he has to begin with. The ones from the fight on Titan, right? Or did he have injuries from... eroding into nothing? It's a scary thought.]
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And then after the killing blow, it just collapses into the webbing entirely. A soft sigh escapes him at the last breaths; he doesn't like it, when something has to die. He doesn't like it when he can't resolve something with all the lives involved being spared.
... Maybe... save for Thanos.
He looks long and hard at Quill, unsure what to say. After a moment of hesitation silence:]
Are you good?
[He wasn't sure if he added even more wounds to the current selection. Hell, he isn't sure what kind of wounds he has to begin with. The ones from the fight on Titan, right? Or did he have injuries from... eroding into nothing? It's a scary thought.]