let me go
Clover is not doing so well on his end, it seems; he had left the elder Huntsman to capture those who had fled, trusting that his luck to keep him safe. He's safer away from me, anyways, Qrow tells himself.
It is a vain attempt to keep his worry at bay; Clover's Aura is trickling down far faster than Qrow's, the bar upon Qrow's Scroll depleting too quickly to be natural. Something is wrong.
As the last thug in Qrow's vicinity falls, voice screaming out in pain as Qrow's blade sends him flying into an unforgiving, slick brick wall, Clover's voice rings through the air, startling Qrow out of his complacency. "Watch out!"
And Qrow regrets.
