[On the other hand, Qrow here is a front-line fighter if ever there was one. From the very start, the older man had dove in wielding a magically-summoned sword with precision and power that could only come from hard-earned experience.
Unfortunately that experience had brought the responsibility of taking the more dangerous opportunities for attack in place of those less skilled at combat, leaving him with an ugly injury on his left arm. An injury he'd decided to treat the same way he treated everything else. By drinking it away.]
What, this? [He looks over when Toriel approaches him, lowering his flask for a moment and shrugging his injured arm.] Nah, this is nothing. Save it for the kids.
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Unfortunately that experience had brought the responsibility of taking the more dangerous opportunities for attack in place of those less skilled at combat, leaving him with an ugly injury on his left arm. An injury he'd decided to treat the same way he treated everything else. By drinking it away.]
What, this? [He looks over when Toriel approaches him, lowering his flask for a moment and shrugging his injured arm.] Nah, this is nothing. Save it for the kids.