So much violence, so much bloodshed and for what? Equality? Justice? Was this what Blake wanted? No, she could no longer justify his actions and what the White Fang had become. It was time to go her own way. Permanently.
Having crushed the robotic opposition aboard the Dust carrying locomotive, she jumped onto a cart ahead. Adam ran towards her for several moments and then stopped, extending a hand out.
"Goodbye." She spoke simply, cutting the connection between their carts with a single slash of Gambol Shroud. He disappeared into a tiny dot as she sped on ahead. She had finally moved on.
...Or she thought she had. There was something coming her way from behind. Something very loud, repeating the same noise over and over. She cautiously rose her weapon and listened carefully.
"BWAH BWAH BWAH BWAH BWAH!"
And suddenly, there he was...or what vaguely looked like him.
Adam Taurus was shaped almost like a red egg now, standing barely at 20cm tall. He still wore his mask somehow too.
"A-Adam?!"
"YOU DO NOT KNOW THE WAY MY DARLING! WHY ARE YOU RUNNING! WHY ARE YOU RUNNING!"
Blake's eyes widened at this abomination and she backpedaled in a hurry, trying to find a way out of this
"Um...I..."
"NON BELIEVER! SPIT ON THE NON BELIEVER! *sluuuurp*"
Blake dodged the devastating the spit with a shadow clone, hightailing it back into the forest. Adam thought about chasing her but...no. He had found the way. He felt Ebola surging through his body. He must show others the way...the bruddas.
Cluckcluckcluck
It had come. The moment of truth. The day of reckoning
Cluckcluckcluckcluck
"Commander! You are the new commander!" Corsac bellowed from the crowd of White Fang members. They all looked as mutated as Adam himself but looked more white and in tune with the White Fang color scheme
"do you know the way of the devil?" Adam demanded of his loyalists to which he received enthusiastic clucking.
"Then we must dethrone the fake queen!". He was the true queen after all.
With the fury of gods themselves, the horde broke down the front door of Sienna's throne room and her loyal guard retreated in shame.
"What is the meaning of this?!" she demanded in outrage as the disgusting creatures surrounded her, all violently clucking. Adam slowly broke off from the circle and approached her, silence overcoming his comrades.
"You...you do not know the way. SLUUUUURP!"
BWAHBWAHBWAHBWAHCLUCKCLUCKCLUCKSLUUURPSLURPSLURP
Their Bwahs and Clucks channeled the ancient spirit of Ugandan war gods and their Ebola filled spits had drenched Sienna now. For every one that she kicked away, twenty more took its place. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and made a beeline for the rooftop, diving down and killing herself.
But the legend of Adam Taurus had only begun. The commander. The queen.
The brudda