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Blue doesn’t see Skav collide into dog-mask, head twisted to the side by a meaty palm pressed into his face, but the crushing weight is off him in an instant, the prick of metal vanishing into thin air. A warm trickle of blood oozes down the side of his neck and mixes with rainwater, staining the collar of his t-shirt a vibrant red. He feels a stab of pain lance through the cut, a low hiss escaping from him when he turns his head to regain his bearings. The blade must’ve nicked his jugular, barely scraping the surface; though the fact that he wasn’t currently bleeding out on the sidewalk is a much needed reassurance.

His muscles scream in protest, but he ignores it and clambers to his feet. When he sees Skav backed up against the wall, dog-mask closing in on them, adrenaline and basic instinct begins to take over, vision reddening at the edges. Blue easily notices the rainbow-hued butterfly knife on the pavement even through the shroud of night, and bends to snatch it up. Almost mechanically, his feet carry him across the distance, getting faster and faster until he’s barrelling towards dog-mask at full speed. [i]He’s already injured[/i], Blue thinks to himself, remembering the screams he’d heard mere seconds ago. Dog-mask is too busy choking the life out of Skav to notice Blue’s advance on him, and by the time he plunges the knife into his back, it’s too late for any kind of salvation.

Blue is rewarded with a howl of pain when the blade buries itself into flesh, drawing back to plunge it in once more before he can even react. It isn’t long before dog-mask collapses in on himself, stumbling back in a wild thrash of agony. With each pump of blood, more and more of dog-mask’s lifeforce slips out of him, and it’s an easy enough matter to shove the Bomber onto his back, cracking his skull against the concrete with a well-placed kick to the head, though he doesn’t stop there - not yet. When dog-mask tries to grab him, Blue stomps down on his arm, and feels the satisfying crunch of bone and tendon underfoot.

Dog-mask is as good as gone - Blue knows, judging from the pool of blood gathering under him - but he just keeps doing what he’s doing. Readjusting his grip on the knife, he slaps away another clumsy grope before bringing it down again - once, twice, thrice, countless times. Beneath the mask, Blue’s eyes are wild, teeth bared with rage, so furious that he can feel it burning through him, and he only stops when dog-mask dying gurgles fade to nothingness. For a long moment, he just stares at the blood weaving away down the cracks in the pavement, shoulders heaving with exertion, but as if by a flick of the switch, he remembers Skav. Letting the knife clatter to the ground, he stalks over to them, and crouches down to inspect the damage.

It’s hard to discern any noticeable injuries, as covered up as Skav was, though it’s probably a good omen that there’s nothing too readily apparent. What lies underneath the mask, however, is likely a different story altogether. He hadn’t exactly been paying attention, but he’s still vaguely aware of what dog-mask had done to Skav during their little altercation, and despite what some might think, a fist could sometimes do more damage than a sharpened blade. He’d peel off Skav’s mask to check, of course, but he comes to the conclusion that there’s no immediate merit in doing so; out here, there’s nothing he can do to help them, anyway. Right now, their top priority was getting somewhere safe.

[color=bf00ff]“C’mon, get up,”[/color] Blue snaps, the words spitting out of him like bullets. This kind of thing had never been Blue’s forte - he doesn’t have the patience - though he isn’t about to wait around for Skav to slip away, either. Gingerly, he snakes an arm around the trunk of Skav’s body, braces himself against the wall, and pulls both of them back up to their feet. His knees nearly give out beneath him, but through sheer force of will, manages to stay upright, and he makes sure to pick up both knives off the ground. Skav feels even heavier than before, no doubt due to the combined efforts of near-unconsciousness and waterlogged clothes. The walk to the Qrow seems much longer than it actually is, but with the steady pitter-pat of rain against his skin, incandescent anger begins to cool into something a bit more manageable.

After what seems like an eternity, Blue spots the familiar silhouette of the Qrow, bathed in the warm, yellow light of a sodium street lamp. Briefly, he turns to look at Skav, then back at the car again, and it’s not at all an overstatement to say that he’s never been so relieved to see it. Half-dragging, half-stumbling, he starts to make his way towards the car, tightening his grip around his much taller companion.

Unsurprisingly, the Qrow is locked, though he still tries to yank the door open. [color=bf00ff]“Keys, keys, keys...”[/color] Blue mumbles [i](mostly to himself)[/i] as he rummages through Skav’s pockets in his efforts to find the object. When his fingers finally find purchase, he lets out a triumphant [i]‘a-ha!’[/i], and fishes the key from its hiding place. Blue has to shift awkwardly around Skav to manoeuvre them into the car, but he does eventually manage to do so, slamming the door shut once all of their gangling limbs have been stuffed safely inside. The bloodied handprint left behind is definitely a problem, but that’s something for his future self to worry about.

Blue then circles around to the opposite side of the car, climbing into the driver’s seat. Once he shuts the door, all that’s left is the steady drumming of rain against the roof, and he takes a moment to contemplate their destination. For more reasons than one, his apartment was definitely a no-go, and after the events that’d transpired, they sure as hell weren’t going to the hospital. Now, there’s only one place left to go, isn’t there? The Qrow roars to life when he twists the key in the ignition, and soon enough, they’re peeling away into the night, leaving the pale, exsanguinated corpse of a Bomber in their wake.