[RWBY x DOOM] The Only Thing They Fear Is Him

7

The nearest White Fang encampment was the textbook example of chaos. Members scurried everywhere, quickly hauling supplies and weapons onto stolen airships. They all knew that they couldn't stick around for long, as their position was at the moment vulnerable to being intercepted by hostiles. Whether they be huntsmen or the Atlesian air fleet.

Grunt: "Get moving you runts! We have a schedule to keep! Move it!"

Grunt 2: "Easy for you to say!"

The grunt in charge scoffed as two his comrades struggled to keep a firm grip on an ammunition crate. All the while it kept slipping with each step.

Grunt: "Keep that thing away from the ground for your sake and mine, drop that and we're more than dead meat. We're already well done."

Grunt 3: "U-understood...T-Taurus!?"

Grunt: "Yeah, that's very freaking funny, he'd cut your hands off if you were performing twice as better than you already are."

Grunt 3: "No!... Taurus!"

The third grunt pointed past the first, while other White Fang members ran past him to get a better look at their group's leader. The first grunt couldn't believe his eyes as he could see Adam Taurus; one of the most senior members of the White Fang, considered among the elite, stumbled out from the tree line in seemingly a daze. He looked like he had been hit by a train.

Grunt: "Gods..."

He hissed underneath his breath. Running over to his leader to make sure he was alright. Taurus fell to his knees, dropping both halves of Wilt that he had brought back with him. He was now maskless, his branded face now exposed to his minions. Taurus kept glancing at the ground, his gloved hands gripped the dirt as he struggled to catch his breath.

Grunt: "Adam, what happened to you?"

Adam: "It... he..."

Everyone present was confused at his out of character incoherent mumbling.

Grunt: "What happened?!"

As mutters began to spread from the small group of extremists, Adam began to be able to form coherent sentences again.

Adam: "Killed all of them... we... couldn't...

Grunt: "Couldn't what?"

Adam: "He was... unstoppable..."

Grunt: "Who... who was?"

Adam: "He brought with him only death, vengeance, rage... doom. In spite of all we threw..."

Most of the murmur died down, only then did the group understand the extent of Adam's beating. It was not only him who was utterly annihilated, but the entirety of Cinder's crew as well. All of her highly skilled, handpicked members were summarily beaten. The one who must've done this... who knows what they're capable of?

Grunt 2: "What the heck are you talking about?... How is this possible?...

Adam looked up at his grunts, slowly coming to terms with where he had ended up. Leaving his trance-like state. Slowly he got back up, his legs at first refused to work with how long he had run. But he was able to find his strength again. Picking up Wilt he examined his broken blade, rather than be cowed by this. Adam brought out a black handkerchief from his pocket, distinct with its shaded flower symbol. A flower aflame, a gift from an old flame.

Adam inspected it for a moment, before he wrapped it around his eyes, covering up his nasty branding scar. A temporary placeholder for his shattered mask. He then took the moment to embrace his comrades.