So it is done

Families

Yang struck, her fist blazing forward, but Raven ducked playfully away from her daughter's unsharpened technique before knocking her to the ground with a light punch. Then, as she struck the ground, raising a cloud of dust upward, Raven placed her hand to Yang's neck in a symbolic gesture, signalling her victory. "You are dead."

Yang, hearing the same words for the umpteenth time, closed her eyes, then slowly opened them again, shedding the violet-tinged redness that had begun to creep into her eyes, suppressing her Semblance forcefully. "Ugh, fine, I concede."

Raven waited a second to make sure that her daughter was not thinking of a surprise attack, before shifting her hand to her side, then helped Yang up. With a forceful tug, Yang flew upward in a sharp motion, forcing Yang to work hard to keep her balance from falling again, "It's four to one, then..."

"Five to zero." Raven frowned her eyebrows slightly.

"I won a technical victory then! You were the one who said that every victory in combat counts, weren't you? I took your advice!"

Raven frowned a little at the argument, she didn't like losing to anyone, even her own daughter, but she couldn't argue with her argument. Not because it was true, but simply she didn't want to be a hypocrite. More than once or ten times in the past, Raven had crushed Yang in battle the moment she was distracted by outside factors and uttering those exact words. So to say now that Yang could not consider her victory over Raven a victory would be hypocritical.

And while in many past contexts Raven had not bothered by her hypocrisy, any means used to help her maintain control of the Branwen clan was one she wouldn't shy away from... At least back when it was still a clan of bandits and not a private army. And Yang was still her daughter at the end of the day. In other words... There's nothing wrong in indulging her from time to time.

"All right, let's say..." Raven sighed, reluctantly admitting her defeat at the hands of her daughter as well as an opponent half her own age was nothing easy. "Four to one."

"Hehehe." Yang cracked a cheeky grin, one resembling Raven's own, causing her to shake her head.

"But don't count on your opponent's Scroll ringing in the middle of a fight from now on,"

Raven sighed, then frowned, remembering something. "Or Qrow's semblance working on the wrong target again..."

"By the way, will Uncle Qrow be home soon?" Yang shook herself, dusting off any dust from her date with the ground, then looked around, as if expecting Qrow to appear at any moment on the small training ground behind Raven's house. "He promised to buy me a cake..."

At those words, Raven imagined a cake, then frowned. Her relationship with Qrow... Had not been the best of all time. So far, after years of gradually building bridges again, after his move and his interactions with Yang, they still kept their distance from each other for the most part. They mostly only interact on business and meeting most often only when outsiders are the reason they crossed paths, but... He would guess that his sister needed cake too, wouldn't he?

Or would she have to claim half of Yang's cake, which meant Raven would only get half of her well-deserved cake... Well, and for Yang too. It's for her sake really, what if she becomes fat because she ate too much cake?

Qrow wouldn't get a crumb, though, if he dared not to buy her a cake! And even if he did, only a small slice!

Raven shook her head, jettisoning her thoughts of future sweets aside, the action caused her to glanced at her uniform and sniffed unceremoniously at herself. It was not that battling Yang was so draining for her, however promising the girl was, but the difference between a promising schoolgirl and a professional Hunter, and one of the best in the business, was great.