The voice was loud, angry, and frantic as the big tree-being from Planet X tore into the remaining walkers with fury and desperation. He knew that voice and that scent anywhere. It was Rocket! His best friend was back!
Yeah... no fucking WAY were these living corpses getting to his buddy.
The dead fell to the ground in pieces, before Groot knelt down and blinked his eyes at his tony friend, who now stood hovering over Six protectively.