Bird of Predator and of Prey
The cold air burned the man’s lungs as he was forced to suck the bitter air in. That was easy enough to ignore, though. What was harder to ignore was the group of people surrounding him. Still, though, the man stood confidently in the center, eyeing those around him. He had already knocked a few of them down enough to break their aura and make them more hesitant to advance. Still, though, he was rather outnumbered. His own aura was running dangerously low himself.
One man rushed him, other following close behind. Qrow smirked as he saw his opening. He lept into the air, kicking his legs up above himself as he swung his sword down. He used the momentum of his flip to do a devastating blow down onto the unsuspecting second line of the attack. As soon as he was on his feet again, he was spinning around to meet those men rushing at him. He skillfully dodged under one hit to swipe at another man’s legs and come up with a jab into another’s gut with the hilt of his sword.
That seemed to be where his luck gave out, though. He felt the snow beneath him slip and give way, sliding off the rock beneath. It wasn’t long before he took a fall. He managed to catch himself and come up from it gracefully enough, but it was enough of a distraction to assist those that already had numbers on him.
