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A crossbow bolt slammed into my back.

"JAUNE!"

Shock mixed with agony, originating from the wound in the top of my back, just to the side of my right shoulder. They'd shot on me in the middle of the crowd, with not a care for the people who could have been hit. My cloak had lessened the impact, but not stopped it. The bolt had pierced my skin, though not my bone if I could still move my arm.

The crowd began to panic and scream, fleeing in every direction. I heard an angry Caw and knew Qrow was rushing to my defence. I saw a shadow detach from a nearby building and travel in the same direction. Blake. It had to be.

I also felt the sudden cold in the air as an unnatural mist of icy frost covered the street. It was thick and covered us from anyone seeking to attack from range. The cold also took away a little of the pain, even if it made my teeth chatter.

Weiss.

[...]

"I'll help," Weiss said, rushing up. The Mage was unharmed for the most part, her spells not having been of much use in the crowded street. The cover she'd given them had helped though, masking their approach on the assailants. Five in all, and not including the one that chased after Jaune.