[Apollo has been knocked backwards by the blast and left sprawled on the ground, while the now-deflated bombadgy takes the opportunity to pick itself up and scamper away, far less round now but otherwise no worse for wear. The question prompts Apollo to push himself up on his arms with a groan, his face looking a little singed, but he's thankfully escaped any real damage.]
I'm fine!... but what was that thing?
[He's feeling a little dazed, but with the sounds of fighting in the distance and the threat of more exploding raccoons running around, Apollo starts to shakily push himself back up to his feet.]
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I'm fine!... but what was that thing?
[He's feeling a little dazed, but with the sounds of fighting in the distance and the threat of more exploding raccoons running around, Apollo starts to shakily push himself back up to his feet.]