Different question this time. I was asking around the RWBY Amino, and a few examples from this story I gave on the subject of violence were said to be too "generic", or "violent for the sake of being violent." This is due to the fact the Amino is 13+ and you can't really write anything descriptive. But the question here is: do you agree? Is some of the violence/ gory description in this story unnecessary?

  "Nope." Qrow chuckled before raising his blade and lunging. 

     Well. Today just got a whole lot more interesting, (Y/N) thought, barely dodging the tip of Qrow's blade as it went over his head. He turned his body from the limbo position he was in and boosted to the side into a roll that landed him facing his attacker. The pilot was nearly too late, however. (Y/N) dodged left then right, avoiding a pair of slashes before ducking under an overhead swing and corkscrew flipping over leg slash. Landing on his feet, (Y/N) clasped his hands together and brought them down hard in a hammer fist only for Qrow to dodge right and drive his foot into (Y/N)'s chest, sending him into a backward roll. The pilot recovered immediately, using his jump kit to power jump off the hangar wall left of him, shooting himself at his opponent feet first. 

     Qrow stuck his free arm out to block allowing (Y/N) to step onto it just in time for the huntsman to thrust with his sword leaving the width of the blade exposed and safe for (Y/N) to swing his other leg over and slide down. The slide thrusters of the jump kit activated, pushing the mercenary down the blade's length in under a second as he swung his leg again, feinting a kick for Qrow's head which the drunkard fortunately fell for, apparent when he moved his head backward. However, (Y/N) had swung his leg so it had met the one he used to step on Qrow's arm, sliding down the last few inches of the blade sideways, and delivering a punishing hip check to his opponent's face right as his head came back from the dodge.

     With Qrow knocked off balance, (Y/N) hopped away, performing a side roll that landed him facing the huntsman. Qrow had already recovered, however, resulting in the two charging each other. But when they got close enough, the pilot disappeared, having activated his phase shift module. The huntsman stopped, confused until an odd mechanical sound from behind led him to spin and slash, catching (Y/N) across the chest in an attack that would leave a mark on his body armor.

      (Y/N) rolled again, transferring the momentum away and coming out on his feet before charging at Qrow and phase-shifting once more, causing the drunkard to spin again in anticipation before hearing the mechanical sound again above. Qrow barely caught (Y/N)'s boot at the top of his field of vision. He reached for it, taking hold and dragging the pilot down before he was kicked in the chin by a backflip kick powered by the pilot's jump kit. 

     The mercenary hit the ground running, tapping into the power of alternative reality for the third time, cocking his fist back and not moving from his position in the slightest. Qrow thinks I'll just go behind him, he thought as he punched, deactivating phase-shift at the same time, returning to the material world with the man in question facing away from him and his knuckles just inches away from the back of Qrow's head. The punch connected before Qrow turned more than halfway. (Y/N) had no intension of giving him breath, however. Shifting again, the pilot moved to the drunkard's side and began to punch again. Despite the slight yet noticeable sideways movement (Y/N) made before shifting, the attack could not be dodged. The pilot's gloved fist connected to Qrow's nose causing the huntsman to stumble for a half-second that was used by the pilot to reactivate his shift module. 

     Knowing (Y/N) could be coming from any direction, Qrow was more prepared when he heard the mechanical noise behind him, leading him to launch his leg back. He felt a fist against the back of his head, but also the ball of his foot connecting with something solid. (Y/N) flew back before putting his feet down, skidding across the ground and sprinting at Qrow again. The huntsman did the same, bringing his sword around in a wide arc that hit nothing but air. He heard the phase shift sound behind him and kicked before spinning around to see nothing for the second time. 

     Qrow's eyes followed his ears, looking up to see (Y/N) coming down with one leg in position to kick and one arm in position to punch. Rather than wait, Qrow jumped into the air to meet the pilot but was once again left with emptiness.

     As Qrow landed, he let out a frustrated huff as he reeled his sword arm back before swinging around, cutting in all directions only to be struck from the one he didn't expect. (Y/N) deactivated phase-shift, coming up from below with an uppercut catching Qrow's chin, sending him a few feet into the air. The huntsman, tired of being taken advantage of, decided to end the fight quickly. He half backflipped, putting his feet against the wall of the hangar the uppercut sent him toward and pushed off with extreme force before cocking his fist back. Qrow threw a punch that directly targeted the pilot's right hand, landing in the palm just as the fingers were closing around it. (Y/N)'s eyes widened as he realized what Qrow had done, given that he could no longer clench his fists enough to activate the module. 

     Faster than the initial shock could pass, Qrow opened his hand and grabbed the one he had punched, yanking it and (Y/N) with it to him into a kick that sent the pilot into the air only to be ripped back down face-first into the concrete. The drunkard left no time to recover, using an uppercut of his own to shoot the recovering mercenary higher than before. He then speared his weapon at (Y/N)'s chest - an attack that was barely dodged. However, (Y/N)'s evade of the throw removed his focus from Qrow who had jumped into the air after him, gripped his legs with either hand, spun, and whipped (Y/N) into the ground, forming a spider web of cracks. 

     (Y/N) ignored the pain in his chest and rolled onto his back, drawing the Wingman from his hip as Qrow came back down. The pilot reacted quickly, pointing the Wingman at Qrow's head as Qrow put the tip of his sword against (Y/N)'s throat. As the Wingman's trigger was pulled, however, the huntsman moved the guard of his sword forward, pushing (Y/N)'s wrist up and causing the revolver's round to miss by mere inches, ending the fight with a clear winner.

     (Y/N) laid there, panting heavily, unmoving. Qrow stood over him, showing light signs of strain through breath but otherwise seemingly unfazed. 

     "So . . ." (Y/N) began. "Satisfied?" 

     "Sure." Qrow finally said, smirking as he retracted his weapon into its travel form and replaced it on his back. "That was . . . mildly entertaining."

     "Oh, I'm so happy you had fun, truly. It warms my heart to know the void in your life has been filled by attacking me for no reason." (Y/N) re-holstered the Wingman as he stood, dusting himself off. 

     "Hey! I didn't do it for no reason. You can learn a lot about people when you fight them."

     "You can also learn about people when you talk to them!"

     "Maybe, but what I wanted to know couldn't be told to me."

     "And what exactly did you want to know, Qrow?" (Y/N) settled his breathing, nearly reverted to his physical state before he was attacked. 

     "A few things. Mainly why Ozpin and Ironwood seem to like having you around so much. I assumed it was because of your skill, but if it was, I'm pretty disappointed." The huntsman deadpanned, producing his flask from a shirt pocket and taking a swig of its contents.   

     "Well, excuse me, asshole. I don't generally spend my time attacking people out of nowhere. If it did, I'm sure I would live up to your standards."

     "It's not my standards you aren't meeting. It's more than that." Qrow spoke in a relaxed yet nonchalant tone that (Y/N) couldn't quite decipher the reason for. "I heard that you're pretty skilled. Apparently, you excel when it comes to killing White Fang. But a bunch of ill-equipped terrorists aren't the only enemies we have."

     "I'm well aware of that, thank you." (Y/N) replied, shifting his weight, all the while readying for what would probably be a combination of a scolding and an interrogation.

     "Aware? Maybe. Prepared? Barely." Qrow frowned. 

     "If you have a problem with me, just spit it out." The pilot found himself somewhat annoyed at what was being hung over his head. 

     "You wanna know my problem with you? Fine. It's that everyone seems to think so highly of you as a fighter, but everything significant you do, you do from inside that robot if yours. You can kill all the terrorists in the world, but when you went up against another student from Haven, you lost. And you lost against me too. The IMC may have been a big threat where you came from, but if they're all on your level, the only danger here is their titans, which your titan seems to handle pretty well on its own. So my problem is that you're not much more useful than an Atlesian military huntsman and yet everyone, Ozpin and Ironwood included, treats you like some sort of prodigy." Qrow stopped, sighed, and put his right thumb and index finger to the bridge of his nose. 

"And you're 'friends' with my niece."

     "Ah, so you've spoken to Yang." (Y/N) rolled his eyes. 

     "It's not just that," Qrow growled. "From what I've seen, you're the only Militia or whatever from you're war, meaning you'll be a constant danger magnet, especially if the IMC is working with the White Fang, who I have reason to believe is working with that enemy we were talking about with Oz the other day. You might be able to fight an IMC pilot or a terrorist, but the people that 'enemy' employs are on my level if not higher. So not only are you unable to defend yourself, you're putting my family in danger just by being around them." The now definitely sober huntsman looked (Y/N) in the eye. "So what exactly are you good for?"   

     "On the contrary, Qrow Branwen," Osiris said as he opened the door to the hangar before taking a kneeling position, "I am much more effective when linked to my pilot. Additionally, your comparison of a student to an experienced huntsman is illogical, especially when considering (Y/N) never had the experience of combating the latter prior to today." Qrow's jaw nearly dropped, as he was in no way expecting the titan to suddenly appear and begin arguing with him. 

     "That doesn't change anything." He finally answered. "Someone getting as much attention as your pilot," Qrow pointed a slightly bent finger at the one in question, "should be able to handle himself. But you needed that teleportation technology on your hand to even get a leg up on me." Qrow looked to the pilot, glaring. 

     "I did what I had to. There's nothing wrong with that and I'm sure as hell not apologizing." (Y/N) retorted. Qrow mentally ceded that point, a slight bit of understanding coming to him. He probably would have done the same. "Besides, this useless pilot saved your niece once or twice."

     "Before what? Punching someone's face in right in front of her? It doesn't help much if you save someone only for you to emotionally scar them right after." 

     "And you can't tell me you haven't let emotion give you the slip at least once in battle." (Y/N) argued. 

     "Not saying I haven't. But I don't do it around just anyone either." Qrow frowned again, seemingly disapproving of the attitude the pilot took on the subject.    

     "Yeah?" (Y/N) asked rhetorically. "Then you'll have to forgive me; I don't exactly carry myself with the huntsman mindset. When I fight someone to the death, concern for others' emotional states isn't something at the forefront of my mind."

     "Oh really? According to Yang, concern for others' emotional states is hardly something ever on your mind." Qrow deadpanned. 

     "Yes, I do have very few fucks to give," (Y/N) rolled his eyes, "I will admit that. But if it makes you feel any better, I think my fucks are a little bigger than average." It made him feel no better. Not in the slightest. 

     "If only that stick up your ass didn't keep you from giving them." Qrow snapped. 

     "Well, I plan on using that stick to create a weapon of my own, so maybe it'll come out one of these days and I can beat you over the head with it."

     "A weapon, huh? Good, maybe from now on you can focus less on 'saving' people you treat like garbage and focus more on figuring out how to save yourself." Qrow's brow furrowed deeper. 

     "I do not recommend escalating this argument further." Osiris cut in. "Coming to a satisfactory solution to this problem will become far more difficult if additional frustration is added."

     "I didn't even come here to argue!" Qrow nearly yelled. "I just-" he paused, looking between the pilot and his titan before sighing. "This whole thing's been a damn waste of time."

     "At least we agree on that." (Y/N) looked away, mainly toward the doors of the hangar, whishing he could be inside and doing anything else. 

     "Listen, you said you were trying to build a weapon, right?" Qrow finally asked. 

     "I did. Is that another reason you have to piss at me about?" 

     "No, just . . . damn. Just tell me when you know exactly what it is you're going to build." Qrow gulped down more of whatever was in his flask, perhaps trying to make the next bit easier on himself. 

     "Is there a second personality in that thin head of yours that just took over and completely forgot about everything that just happened? It sounds like you're implying you'll help me build it."

     "I'm not doing this to help you." Qrow scowled. (Y/N) stared at him silently, hoping the lack of word would signify the need for elaboration. Thankfully it did. "If I know Ruby, she's not the kind of person to let go when she latches on, especially to people she considers friends. I imagine she'll find herself around you at least every once in a while no matter what I say, and that means Yang'll be with her. I don't want them in more danger than necessary."

     "You don't seem to have much faith in them," (Y/N) said, feeling a little hypocritical.

     "I don't want to take any chances. Ruby is way more important to me - to Ozpin - than you can imagine, so if shit hits the fan, I want you to at least look like enough of a threat that you'll be the only one targeted."

     "Ah." (Y/N) sighed in mock relief. "It's so good to know you didn't start caring out of nowhere! No, no, that would be ridiculous."

     "You could drop dead right now and I wouldn't shed a tear," Qrow confirmed. "That's why I'm not going to waste my time training you. You're an adult, right? Almost an adult? I'm sure you can figure out ways to better yourself that don't involve me."

     "That will not be a problem, Qrow Branwen," Osiris said, still unmoving from his kneeling position. "Between the students of Beacon, the uncleared Grimm outside of Vale, and the data gathered from the tournament, there will be plenty of opportunities to become proficient with melee weapons that do not directly involve you." Qrow hummed in approval. 

     "Great. You have fun with that. Now, if you'll excuse me . . ." The huntsman turned away and walked off, intent on finding something to occupy himself with, likely in the form of a bar. 

     (Y/N) stood there, watching as Qrow's figure shrunk with the distance he put between them.

     "I can't believe something beneficial came from that." The mercenary chuckled. 

     "You did not believe Qrow Branwen would be helpful, yet he has promised to help a great deal. This may be something to consider when forming opinions on those you meet later on, (L/N)." Osiris stood, walking backward into the hangar.

     "I think you're reading too much into it." (Y/N) replied, following after as the large metal doors closed behind him. 

     "He said he would assist us. Use of intuition is not required." The titan resumed its default drop position, watching his pilot with his large mono-eye as said pilot made way to the workbench.

     "Use of intuition is always required, OS."

     "Is it my turn to argue with you, pilot?"

     "Yeah, don't even get me started."      

Ending bit here. I'll try and make the next chapter longer. I'm just realizing that 2,000 words really isn't very long for individual chapters like this. I think I'll try and increase chapter length to 3500 words at the minimum. Yeah.... guess that means I'll have to write more on a daily basis too. Fun.