let me go

There is no chance to dwell upon his errant thoughts as gunfire rings out through shadowed alleyways, damp streets echoing with every footfall, every sword strike, every fired bullet. His own feet carry him through the air, the motions given no thought in favour of complete and utter trust of his senses. In battles such as these, there is no point in strategy, for he only has one goal: to take them down.

Why members of a local gang have decided to rear their heads amidst everything else that is destroying the precarious illusion of peace within Mantle to which the people so desperately cling, Qrow will never know. What he does know is that he is going to enjoy letting Clover throw cuffs onto all of these bastards who have raised weapons against him.