Crowley's wound was not serious. After the bleeding laceration on his head was healed away, he began to stir. Struggling to consciousness, he suddenly flinched, jolted upright, and swung blindly with a mighty battle roar. He was confused and disoriented, but slowly blinked, peering around.<br/><br/>"What? Where's.... ugh..."<br/><br/>Leaping to his feet, the ranger suddenly dashed to the edge of the roof and began firing arrows with lightning speed.  Before the first arrow struck, he had sent three more after it. There wasn't so much as a cry of pain, but he nodded in satisfaction. Whatever he was firing at, he was killing with ease from the looks of it.