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“There’s a geist down there.” Clover and Qrow stood at the top of a ravine, looking down on it. The Grimm hadn’t yet possessed any kind of stronger material, so as long as it stayed that way, it would be easy to defeat.
“You take the back and I’ll take the front?” Qrow suggested.
“Sure.” Clover agreed and Qrow readied himself to take off. “Hold on.” Clover put his left hand on Qrow’s shoulder. “I almost forgot.” Qrow raised an eyebrow as Clover swept his right thumb across his pin before gently swiping the same thumb along Qrow’s jawline. “For luck.” He said softly.
The universe stopped as Clover winked at him, gave Qrow his signature cocky salute and went for the geist.