Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-37644598-20181216195420/@comment-37644598-20190101052049

Qrow rockets towards Koray, propelled by the grackles. Seeing Koray's Aura shatter, he tosses Harbinger aside.

The dusty old drunkard lands at koray's feet, the cold, hard ground taking the last 1% of his Aura.. As he flips onto his back, he can't help but cough.

(HAPPY NEW YEAR! <== Written at 12:00)

"Heh heh heh... Yours. Broke. First," Qrow says through his coughing fit.

( The reason being that thirty grenades can't be much more than a missle, which did 11%. The grackles were closer, so a bit more damage was dealt. It was definitely by a thread, though.)

A figure steps towards the two exhausted men. "Well, I must say that was quite close." The two can't really get a look at the stranger, as though their eyes were sliding off target. If he hadn't spoken, they might have missed him entirely. "I'm afraid Mr Branwen is quite right, however. As per the rules, whoever's Aura holds out longest is the winner, unless in case of forfeit."

"Thusforth, I name Qrow Branwen the winner of this challenge and award him one thousand Lien. It's already on your account. Also, the both of you shall recieve a full transcript of the fight."

The figure turns, and seems to vanish at his first step. Qrow tuns to Koray, and -- since he has no Aura left to combat his high BAC -- passes out cold.