Could have gone better
@fishermanofluck
Calling this fight a hard battle was an understatement and Qrow knew it. He could feel that tingle of his semblance ready to cause problems, hopefully for the Grimm. However even with Clover as backup luck was not in his favor.
One tiny mistake and Qrow’s semblance went haywire on himself. Unable to get harbinger up in time to deflect the attack he was sent flying. The world was spinning and then nothing. He had hit the wall with such force it shattered his aura knocking him out on impact.
What should have hurt didn’t in that nothingness his mind was no consumed by. It had taken a while for the huntsman to regain consciousness. As mulled red eyes slowly opened he could feel himself swaying slightly, legs around something soft stable and warm. He was being carried? On someone’s back but who’s? And why?
As the haze left him Qrow took notice of the scent coming from the other, the blurred white and blue of a jacket of some sorts. “Where am I?…” His voice was hoarse and soft, and just after a groan escaped him when the pain from his shoulder and head set back in.
