Uncle Qrow, Kung Fu Master

Qrow struck a suitably impressive pose. "Yang, it is finally time for you to learn our family's unique style of fighting."

To say that Yang was hyped was an understatement. Sure, her dad was a badass, but her Uncle Qrow was like… super badass. Heck, he could pummel people while drunk out of his mind. Honestly, if that wasn't awesomeness, she wasn't sure what was. "Right."

Qrow grinned and then tossed his flask at her. "Drink that."

Yang made a face. "Seriously?"

Qrow nodded. "It is necessary for your training."

Yang opened the flask and drank. "Wait… is this just water?"

"Yep." Qrow smirked.

"But…"

"Yang, our family's secret style of fighting is Fake Drunken Fist."

Yang's eye twitched. "What?"

"Basically, you fake being drunk, act like being drunk gives you superpowers, and then you pummel everyone. Drinking from the flask will help put you in the correct frame of mind."

"Are you serious?"

"Completely." Qrow grinned. "Behold."

And, just like that, he began to do an incredibly good impersonation of a drunk person, all while throwing an incredibly acrobatic series of punches and kicks.

"That looks… weird."

"It is." Qrow nodded. "But I guess the only way for you to understand is to experience it for yourself." He lifted one hand and beckoned her forward. "Hit me, if you can."

Ten minutes later…

Yang pulled herself out of a crater in the ground. Her uncle had beaten her. No, scratch that, he'd kicked her ass. That Fake Drunken Fist style of his was ridiculous. Not only was it almost impossible for her to predict but it also used the bizarre acrobatic and movements to put an incredible amount of force behind each blow.

"Maybe now you'll believe me when I say it's awesome."

"Yeah, I do." Yang got up. "So… how do you do it?"

Qrow took up a stance. "Try to copy what I'm doing."

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Neo staggered back as Yang's gauntlet thudded into her chest. What the hell kind of fighting style was this? In front of her, the blonde smirked lazily and staggered around, seemingly off balance. Neo lunged in again, only to find Yang flopping around in a way that made no sense. Her blow went wide, and Yang hit her with one flailing arm followed by a kick that looked more like a result of her tripping over than anything she'd planned.

But damn, those hits had hurt. Neo could barely feel her arm where Yang had hit it, and that kick had numbed one of her legs. Was she… was she really going to lose to a drunk person? No. There was no way that could happen. She unsheathed the blade hidden in her umbrella and poured on the speed, closing the gap between them in the blink of an eye –

And Yang slipped onto her back. Neo's strike went over her, and Yang's flailing legs caught her in the stomach. Neo rocketed up into the ceiling and hit it with enough force to leave a spider web of cracks. She gasped and tumbled down – right into another punch that looked more like a clumsy attempt at a hug than a punch.

Neo was unconscious before she hit the far wall of the room.

Yang stared at her opponent. Wow. Now, this… this was why Uncle Qrow was the best uncle ever. Some uncles would have offered her comfort and sage advice. Uncle Qrow had shown her how to beat the crap out of her enemies. Oh yeah.

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Author's Notes

As always, I do not own RWBY, and I am not making any money off of this.

Because you asked for more, and because Uncle Qrow is the best uncle ever.

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