[ Rather than answer him, he focuses his efforts on the most important task: escaping. When he manages to maneuver himself free, at least temporarily, he intends to move quickly, as quickly as his legs can carry him.
That plan is soon cut short by the feel of a sharp bullet grazing his skin, momentarily interrupting his circuitry. That, in combination with the unforeseen circumstance of a barrier rolling towards him, is enough to make him fall to the ground.
He winces in pain, and now, knowing that he's stuck here again, looks up at Qrow. ]
Lemme guess— you'd take me to that beast woman in charge of the guard here. Am I right?
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That plan is soon cut short by the feel of a sharp bullet grazing his skin, momentarily interrupting his circuitry. That, in combination with the unforeseen circumstance of a barrier rolling towards him, is enough to make him fall to the ground.
He winces in pain, and now, knowing that he's stuck here again, looks up at Qrow. ]
Lemme guess— you'd take me to that beast woman in charge of the guard here. Am I right?