"Ow! Damn it!" Rocket grunted out, coughing out a bit of smoke from his mouth after a failed shot has been fired.

His blue shirt was covered in mud and grime, a few twigs caught between his horns as he struggled to compose himself.

He'd open his eyes after a good moment of trying to cough out the foul smoke from his lungs, glancing at you awkwardly.

The demolitionist looked like a mess, all covered up with dust and ashes from the now-charred tree before him.