Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-37644598-20181216195420/@comment-37644598-20181220184755

But not Aura-infused steel.

Qrow had been much closer than Koray anticipated; he's not a scareqrow, after all. Koray hears a sound like plate glass shattering as Harbinger smashes through the ice blade. After several mechanical sounds, a figure emerges from the smoke, wielding a wickedly curved blade. A flash of red eyes confirmes a dreadful fact: Qrow Branwen is a scythe wielder. And what's more, his aura took significantly reduced damage due to the ice blade's loss of momentum.

"Now you've done it, bird-brain." Koray sees half of a flask in Qrow's offhand. "That was my favorite flask. In fact, it was almost like family. And if you know me, you know what that means to me..."

Qrow holds his scythe in a battle-ready pose. He raises his aura with a shimmer. And he tucks the partial flask into his pocket.

Once the smoke clears, the crowd is treated to a spectacle as magnificent as the Vytal tournament: Qrow's movements resemble a tornado as he cuts down grackle after grackle. Fire, Ice, Wind, the ones out of reach catching facefuls of buckshot.

Despite Qrow seemingly have gone mad, none of his attacks come andwhere close to the crowd. The crowd in question is nevertheless giving the fight a much wider berth, or outright fleeing the scene. The remaining crowd is mostly made up of those who are recording the battle.