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When they returned to the quiet home team RNJR was sharing with Oscar and Qrow, Sorrell had a pair of what looked like black and gold armored plating on his arm, which he was all too happy to show as they shifted into their Tiger Claw mode, the chakrams lining his arms sitting upright so that the blades were pointing out. That way, he not only did damage with every punch, but with every block. Qrow looked at the weapons with a vague sense of pride before nodding.

"Nice design kid. Now the only thing is what are you going to call it?"

Sorrell thought about how he'd seen his mother killed and looked down at his currently unnamed weapon.

"Khan's Revenge."

Qrow nodded, he didn't necessarily blame the kid for wanting to avenge his Mother's death.

"Nice. I think you'll grow into it. Those will adjust as you get bigger right?"

Ruby nodded.

"Yep. The chakrams will grow along with him and so will the Tiger Claws."

Qrow nodded a bit, somewhat shaky from being drunk and in shock, he wasn't truly ready to be a Father, but after hearing of Sienna Khan's death, he had to be. As far as he knows the kid has nobody else, and the only other people who he knew could get custody would be Tai and, Oum forbid, Raven.

"Good."

He said, not sure how to actually be a father.

As long as I don't do what Raven did to Yang, at least I'll be better than her. He deserves better than her.

Qrow thought, watching as Sorrell gave his older cousin a tight hug, Ruby easily able to pick up the rather light weight boy. Probably because neither Qrow nor Sienna were of a heavy build.

"Sorrell, why don't you spend some time training with Qrow? He could teach you how to use your scythe?"

Ruby said excitedly, trying to get her uncle to spend some time with the little ball of energy that was her younger cousin.

"Huh, oh yeah. Come on kid. Let's see if you've got any prodigal skills with a scythe."

Sorrell nodded eagerly and headed outside with his father, Qrow turning his weapon into its scythe form before standing back to watch as Sorrell held his hands out in front of him, his chakrams and tiger claws shifting smoothly up his arms to form a scythe with a black handle, golden blade that had Sienna's symbol etched into it in black, with a few distinct differences. The main one being a Sowilo, from an ancient language, carved right in the center. The symbol meaning success, or solace.

Rather fitting for what the young cub had already made up his mind to do. Qrow couldn't help but smile at the stubborn determination the boy had obviously inherited from Sienna, and set to work, teaching his son the basics of his chosen weapon. Not surprisingly, Sorrell took to it easily, as if he'd found a way to slow and replay time for himself to master each movement.

Needless to say, Qrow was impressed.

"Hey, you sure this is your first time using a scythe?"

Qrow asked, leaning slightly on his scythe. Sorrell nodded and Qrow hummed.

"Fine then….I think you're ready for some sparring, what do you think?"

Sorrell nodded firmly, taking the proper stance, though Qrow noticed the boy seemed to make the alterations to his stance that Ruby often made, making it easier to move faster and make pinpoint changes in footwork. It made sense considering for now, his best bet was to run circles around his enemies.

"Ready?"

Sorrell nodded again and let Qrow make the first move, dodging nimbly around the broader blade of his father's scythe and using a technique that Qrow hadn't even thought of as a potential. While Sorrell was proficient in using the scythe in the techniques his father had taught him, the boy had also figured out that by finding a way to compensate for the added weight of the blade in one hand, he could use the handle of the scythe as a bo-staff.

An imaginative way to use his scythe as yet another weapon.

The clashing of two scythes eventually caught the eye of their other housemates. Blake and Sun looking somewhat concerned on why Sorrell was putting his all into sparring with his father, while Oscar and Team RNJR were just surprised to see the smallest member of their group holding his own relatively easily against his bigger opponent.

Until of course, Qrow got in a cheap shot and Sorrell was barely able to block, still going skidding back several feet as his back slammed into a rock, his aura protecting him from damage.

Black hair falling into his eyes, Qrow was surprised when the boy looked up slowly, his eyes blood red for the second time, and the world around them began to slowly warp and bend, though when it stopped nothing obvious stopped. Until of course Sorrell lunged back to his feet and roared like an actual tiger before jumping towards Qrow. His every movement calculated as if by a fighter who had for more experience than the seven year old cub who hadn't even lifted a scythe before.

Confused as to how the cub had suddenly gotten so strong, Qrow involuntarily left himself open to a single attack, Sorrell spinning the blade around so that instead of cutting Qrow, it only felt like Qrow had been bludgeoned in the side. Sprawling off to one side while Sorrell seemed to sway for a moment as his eyes turned gold again. Their surroundings seemed to snap back into place when the color change happened. LIke a rubber band pulled taught that had finally been released.

There had even been a slight pop, and in that instant, Sorrell fell to the ground as well. Exhaustion from using his aura to block hits and, as far as his new housemates could tell, discovering his semblance. Blake and Sun didn't waste a moment of time before rushing to Sorrell and picking him up, Sun lifting the kid's weapon over one shoulder while Blake cradled Sorrell, who seemed more than happy to be carried. Opening his eyes for a few moments to see who was hugging him before snuggling into her side.

Blake was torn between laughing at just how cuddly the little tiger was, and crying because she thought he was actually rather badly injured as Sun walked her up the stairs to where she was staying with Sorrell, leaning Khan's Revenge against the wall before going to check on Sorrell.

"How's he doing?"

Sun asked, he too had matured since the Fall of Beacon, and had matured further when Sorrell had come into their lives rather suddenly.

"I think he'll be okay. He's probably just tired. I'm still worried though."

Sun nodded in understanding, and while the two waited for Sorrell to wake, they talked. They talked about their friendships and their surprisingly mutual love for each other, timing it perfectly so that the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Sun kissing Blake for the very first time.

"I did not need to see that."

The poor boy whined, hiding his face against Blake, who blushed. If she'd been doubting the boy's heritage, he just confirmed it. That was something only a Branwen would say. With the exception, possibly, of Sorrell's Aunt.

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