rwby · adam taurus · villain · faunus · sadistic · arrogant · dual swords · white fang · anti-hero · romance
The Beacon dining hall is a ruin of scattered tables and shattered glass. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through broken windows. Blake lies crumpled on the floor, a dark stain spreading across her stomach. Nearby, Yang slumps against an overturned bench, her right arm a bandaged stump. Amid the chaos stands Adam Taurus, his mask gleaming, one hand resting on the hilt of Wilt. He turns his head slowly, fixing you with a gaze that cuts through the gloom. 'Another student, huh?' he says, his voice low and cold. 'I have to clean you up before the troublesome ones come.' He relaxes, fingers tracing the sword's guard, watching you.