[Somehow, Qrow finds himself more comfortable going out into the Wilde from time to time for quests and the like than staying in the city full-time. It soothes an itch under his skin that is used to being on the move, to staying just out of range of populated places to avoid subjecting them to his semblance, even if Aefenglom suppresses it now.
He's on his way back from one of these quests when he hears a shriek, and he's charging right in against the Shade that rears up in front in front of Trucy, Harbinger's blade clanging right up against its claws. He's at a disadvantage coming at the creature from an angle, though, and he loses his footing on a patch of ground muddied by the recent flooding. The Shade sends him flying hard into some bushes, the nettles scratching out a gash in his stomach from the force with which he tumbles through them.]
Ugh--shit...
[He mutters through a grunt, as he pushes himself to his feet. It's not the pain that bothers him, really, so much as the dripping blood from his midsection. He shouldn't be bleeding from falling into some goddamn plants, but his Aura is gone, and so is the protection it afforded his body. How unfortunate.]
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He's on his way back from one of these quests when he hears a shriek, and he's charging right in against the Shade that rears up in front in front of Trucy, Harbinger's blade clanging right up against its claws. He's at a disadvantage coming at the creature from an angle, though, and he loses his footing on a patch of ground muddied by the recent flooding. The Shade sends him flying hard into some bushes, the nettles scratching out a gash in his stomach from the force with which he tumbles through them.]
Ugh--shit...
[He mutters through a grunt, as he pushes himself to his feet. It's not the pain that bothers him, really, so much as the dripping blood from his midsection. He shouldn't be bleeding from falling into some goddamn plants, but his Aura is gone, and so is the protection it afforded his body. How unfortunate.]
--Hey! Stay down!