A/N: Welp, it begins. And's it's not going to have any OCs! Somehow... I'll figure out how, no worries.

I won't keep you long, just have to state the one and only disclaimer before I go on.

RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth Productions and created by the late Monty Oum.

Bloodborne was directed by Hidetaka Miyazaki, developed by From Software and published by Sony Computer Entertainment

Hunting was among the most pointlessly flamboyant things anyone could do in the world of Remnant.

Most hunters, for whatever reason, refused to acknowledge this fact. As they went further into their career they liked to consider themselves more mature than they had been in their training years, more focused on the actual job than their own agendas. However, t was a known fact that a large percentage of hunters only hunt for the fame and glory. Unfortunately for those individuals, due to the large numbers of hunters there are in the kingdoms, actually gaining fame and glory was nigh impossible unless you we're some form of celebrity beforehand or exceptional at what you did.

Qrow was exceptional at what he did. Not for the sake of recognition from the public, but because it was his duty as a huntsman and an uncle to protect the people of Remnant. It was this mindset plus his own resolve and skill that made him legend among the hunter community. A true role model for the future generations of huntsmen and huntresses.

It did not stop him from 'prancing around like a fairy', as Taiyang had said on multiple occasions. That wasn't his fault though! A scythe requires heavy attacks in order to be truly effective, meaning large swings and larger lunges. It was necessary!

'Summer and Raven thought it looked cool.'

The scythe-wielder sighed morosely at the memory before continuing his hunt through the dense forest, evaporating beowolf corpses littering the ground around him. According to the map on his scroll there was a clearing half a mile away from his position. A break didn't sound like a bad idea, but he didn't feel it was necessary.

A beowolf leaped out of the canopy, diving out the huntsman with it's teeth bare and ready to rip through him. In a single deft motion, Qrow had his scythe nestled on the grimm's back. A violent tug causing the blade to rip through the grimm's torso quietly, leaving two grimm half to flop on the grass and dirt.

Qrow's eyes darted around the area, making sure he hadn't missed another one of the monsters. He was becoming sluggish, and in this line of work you need to be anything but sluggish. Maybe a short rest would do him some good.

After cleaving through several more beowolves and a couple ursai, the huntsman had finally reached the clearing. It was about as small as he expected, only being around twenty yards in diameter. The grass was lush and in the middle lay a small mound with an apple tree on it.

He didn't expect to find another person though.

Under the tree lay a figure covered by a hat, a bird mask, and a cloak of black feathers. They were propped up against the tree, head cast down to the ground as if they were...asleep.

Qrow walked slowly towards the figure, not making a sound. As he was only thirty paces away, the figure began to stir lightly. He pace slowed even more.

Around twenty paces away, the figure spoke up. "I wouldn't come closer if I was you."

The huntsman was startled briefly before backing away by a few steps. "Smart lad." The voice was definitely female. Quite old as well. The accent was unfamiliar, though it did sound...oddly comforting.

"Are you alright?" He asked the woman, who slowly rose from her place on the ground, arms crossing at her stomach. She didn't move away from the tree's shade, obscuring anything that could be useful to know about. She turned her head around slightly, possibly familiarizing herself with the area. Considering that she was here first though, it didn't make sense.

"You needn't worry about me." She responded. It was impossible to tell what her eyes were doing under her mask. But considering her silence as she looked at him, she must have been making observations. "You must be a hunter." She concluded.

"Well, huntsman is the correct terminology." He informed her. Considering her attire, she must have been a huntress herself. And considering how old she sounded, he was surprised she didn't use the correct title. The last couple generations were the ones who created the title after all.

"It matters little." She dismissed. "It all means the same, doesn't it?" She had a point there at least. Qrow also believed titles mattered very little. It was more so about what you did and how good you were at it. It dawned on him that he hadn't introduced himself.

"Qrow Branwen, by the way." the huntsman had piped up. The cloaked huntress had cocked her head slightly, and Qrow could have sworn heard her chuckling for a moment.

"Eileen." The woman nodded. She looked around again, more openly this time. "I'm not quite sure how I got here." The huntsman interests piqued up again.

"You were sleeping here when I found you." He offered. "Senility perhaps?" Eileen chuckled openly at that.

"No, I'm not old enough for that yet." She assured. "Although I do distinctly remember laying on the steps to a church." She look down at herself. "I also remember bleeding a lot." The scythe-wielder frowned.

"That couldn't have been fun." He commented, trying not to pry. The huntress nodded solemnly, muttering something indecipherable.

"Well, I suppose I should be off." She said, turning to her left and after a brief moment, drawing what looked like an ancient (blunderbuss/pistol) from underneath her cloak. Qrow followed her line of sight and saw a few ursai stalk out of the tree line into the clearing. She confidently began striding towards the lumbering foes.

"Uh, Miss Eileen?" Qrow piped up again, sounding worried. "I don't think that gun is going to be very useful against an ursa, let alone three."

"Oh really?" Eileen asked snarkily. "Well, I guess we'll find out, wont' we?" The first and second foremost ursa began charging her. Qrow dashed towards the grimm himself, scythe ready to free it's head from it's shoulder. Just as the closer grimm lunged at the cloaked huntress, she fired, stunning it. She then dashed forward for some reason Qrow didn't understand.

At least, he didn't until she impaled the with her furry, clawed arm.

The huntsman skidded to a halt, shock evident on his face.

As the second one lunged at her, she ripped through the impaled ones side, catching the other one and tore it's stomach as well. The grimm would have been disembowelled, were it not for the fact that they lacked organs.

The clawed arm quickly returned to it's original appearance. It was as if it had never transformed. The huntress looked at the arm, studying it for some reason.

The forgotten ursa chose that moment to charge.

Thinking fast, Qrow came between the two as the offending grimm was upon Eileen. His blade met the ursa's shoulder and ripped through to the hip on the opposite side. After a slight delay, the grimm seemingly understood what had just happened to it and split open. The huntsman exhaled sharply, before turning towards the cloaked huntress. The same huntress who now twirling a warped short sword in her right hand lazily.

"While it was completely unnecessary, I thank you for being thoughtful." She said.

"Erm...you're welcome?" Qrow rubbed his head sheepishly. He reminded himself that it was just an ursa, and easily dispatched. "It was mostly because I was in the middle of a hunt."

"Well then, you wouldn't mind being accompanied then, Mister Branwen?" Eileen asked wryly. "Looks like you could use someone more experienced to help." The huntsman gained his own rue smile.

"I'm sorry, am I being told this by some old bag of bones In a bird mask?" A short bark of laughter came from the cloaked huntress.

"Young and disrespectful in the face of your elders, eh?" She asked sarcastically. "You remind me of another hunter I know."

"Were they even nearly as handsome?"

"Undoubtedly more so." She said, patting him on shoulder and gesturing to the forest behind the apple tree. "Lead on then."

The entire hunt took a total two hours and thirteen minutes. Under normal conditions, a hunt in the area should take approximately five hours.

These were anything but normal conditions.

A/N: Bloodborne is my favourite when it comes to RWBY crossovers, which makes it a shame that there's so little art and I only hear people talking about how it sounds like an interesting fanfic idea.

But yeah, this is a thing now! I've been thinking about for ages and now it's finally getting published.

This is mostly for practising improvisation, which will make up a lot of the story. So, expect action.

Also, these will become longer. It's just that quality comes before quantity for me.

Hope you guys enjoyed this. Until next time.