Adam stuck around only enough to see the bullheads that were carrying the white fang members disappear on the horizon before walking away, and immediately dashing toward Tukson's shop.
He didn't want to do so without preparation, but he owed a warning to him after he asked him to gather information.
Luckily, Tukson was still in his store. When Adam entered, he turned his gaze to him, his eyes wide in shock. "What's going on?" he asked.
"Roman Torchwick is dead," Adam said. "And since you had been asking around, I come to warn you."
"He's dead," Tukson said with a gulp, smart enough to realize the implications of such a thing. "Do you really think that it was necessary?"
"He made that necessary, by targeting the only daughter of Belladonna," Adam said. Which was correct, as Blake's death might have been catastrophic enough to trigger a war, especially if it finally destroyed the pacifism of their chieftain — which was highly likely. There was a reason that Ghira stayed as the chieftain even after getting ousted from the position.
And the less said about Kali, the better.
Tukson nodded, not realizing it was not the true reason but a convenient excuse. Adam killed him, because he dared to reach for what was his, plain and simple. The rest was just a happy coincidence.
Not the healthiest attitude, he had to admit, but with the life he lived, mental health was not something he had hoped to acquire in the first place.
"How did it happen," Tukson said, and Adam gave a breakdown of the event. "They shouldn't suspect me, then," Tukson said.
"Your choice, but I wouldn't recommend sticking around," Adam answered. Sticking around was the wrong decision, but Adam was not his minder. He revealed the risks to him. The rest was his business.
Adam turned back.
Only to come face to face with Blake, who was accompanied by a blonde girl. "Adam," Blake gasped in shock.
Adam didn't know what to feel as he looked at her. Desire was certainly one, but not as intense as the anger and disappointment he had been feeling. Luckily, she didn't bring along her potential boy toy, which kept his anger manageable.
"So, Blake-kitty, that's the boyfriend you had been talking about, tasty," the blonde girl said with a cheerful tone. It took a while for Adam to put a name on her. Yang Branwen.
Qrow Branwen's niece.
"Ex-boyfriend," Adam corrected, feeling satisfied by Blake's flinch at his correction. He was still not sure how to handle her, but after her abandonment, he took a great deal of enjoyment from her flinch.
"Even better," Yang said as she let her gaze up and down, though her exaggerated manner told Adam that it was less about genuine arousal, and more about getting one over her friend.
Admittedly, considering the way she leaned forward, displaying her tits to his gaze, he wasn't exactly complaining.
His distaste toward humans was hardly about the lack of physical attraction.
"Is there anything I can help you with, girls?" Adam said. "You know, I still have thousands of innocents to murder," he added, enjoying Blake's flinch.
"I … I should go," Blake muttered, trying to drag Yang.
"Go first, sweetie. I should have a talk with your ex first, to understand his sudden intervention," she said.
"Yang —" Blake gasped, but Adam was quick to intervene.
"It's a good idea, Belladonna, you should go and make sure your boy toy is still alright," he said, drawing a dark satisfaction from her flinch, using her surname working especially well.
"That was harsh, luckily, we still need to bring you for murder, even though the man he killed was garbage. But I'm sure Ozpin would arrange for you to get out, maybe even join Beacon, so that you can be with —" Yang said as she watched Blake disappear, and Adam started to walk away, not bothering to answer her. "Hey, I'm talking to you," she said, trying to grab his shoulder, but Adam didn't allow her to do so, quickening his steps.
He didn't have time to deal with a spoiled blonde, no matter whose team she was in, or her familial connections. Especially with the ridiculous story, she had in mind.
"Stop!" she gasped, but Adam didn't bother to listen, dashing forward. He could feel that she was a headstrong girl, and defeating her would make quite a bit of spectacle. Instead, he dashed away, toward the seedier parts of Vale, expecting her to be smart enough not to follow him there without reinforcements.
Unfortunately, it turned out that he had overestimated her intelligence while simultaneously underestimating her physical capabilities once he realized she was following him, and doing so closely.
Luckily, she wasn't stupid enough to turn that into a spectacle as they had arrived in the seedier parts of the city, following him silently. With a chuckle, he arrived at the secret tunnel, and slipped in, expecting her not to follow.
Once again, she managed to prove that his expectations were wrong, by bursting into the tunnel behind him, ready to chase him.
He was tempted to let her continue chasing him. Unfortunately, considering the amount of Grimm in the tunnels, that was not a viable choice. She might die due to her carelessness.
And he didn't have time to deal with a vengeful Qrow Branwen between everything he was dealing with. "You're not going to stop before I defeat you, right?" he asked with a sigh.
"Of course not," she shouted cheerfully as she swung her arms, though her wide smirk suggested that she was less concerned about defeating him, and more concerned about the fight itself.
"Great, a battle junkie," he sighed as he suddenly charged forward, but didn't pull his sword, limiting himself to swinging his fists.
It was not a good idea considering her clear preference for brawling, but it was still better than the alternative. Wilt was hardly the best weapon for sparring, especially against an unfamiliar opponent.
He didn't want to accidentally skewer Qrow's niece, who was also one of Beacon's more popular students. He had enough enemies already.
Unfortunately, that realization didn't make her punch hurt any less as her fist collided with his forearm. Adam grunted and slid back on his heels, a sharp wince slipping past his control.
She followed it up with a merciless assault, extending herself with a rush. He brought his arms up in time to block the flurry, aura sparking to reduce the damage. "Come on, big boy, don't tell me you can't handle it already."
Adam grunted in pain even as he blocked the assault, kicking her away to put some distance.
"Much better, big boy," she said with loud laughter as she closed the distance once more, not even properly bothering to defend herself.
"Try to protect yourself better," Adam said as he pushed her away once more, ducking under the roundhouse that targeted the side of his head.
"Don't try to give advice to me, loser, I'm doing just fine," she said, her words would have angered him if he could hear anything but the excitement in her tone.
"It's time for a lesson, then," he said. "Just imagine what would have happened if I had been holding a dagger instead," he said as he rushed forward as decided to renew his strategy.
He didn't have the ability to take her down quickly without his weapon, and using his sword risked killing her. So, he decided to lean on her shame. He dodged the knee coming up as he entered into her guard, a task that was much easier than it was supposed to due to her extreme focus on attacking, and grabbed her top.
A sharp pull was enough to rip it off, leaving her with her bra, which was woefully inadequate to keep her breasts still as she moved.
"Do you accept defeat—" Adam murmured, but with his gaze captured by his bouncy breasts, he was late to react to her kick.
"If you want to see my puppies, you should have just asked, big boy," she said, but her anger was unmistakable. Rather than defending, or trying to fix it, she rushed forward with a vengeance.
Adam danced back, trying to defend himself as he tried to avoid a dangerous situation, but with her full focus on attacking, it was a difficult achievement. He decided to push his luck more, and grabbed her pant legs when she extended her kick, pulling it hard, the fabric unable to resist his pull.
Revealing her shockingly damp panties.
Adam realized too late that her enjoyment of combat was not just martial. However, he failed to avoid a kick that targeted his chest, crossing his arms to block it before it hit. He fell on the floor, using the opportunity to roll away. When he kicked up, he took a moment to enjoy the sight before opening his mouth. "Do you want to stop, or should I continue to undress you more," he warned.
"Oh, show me what you can do, big boy," she growled as she rushed forward. Adam felt frustration bubbling inside him, turning into anger as he pulled his own cloak, quickly wrapping it up. Clearly, undressing her more was not the way to dissuade her.
Beating her up until she was unconscious not one either.
He needed to immobilize her. As he did his best to dance between her angry blows without retaliating — he knew that her Semblance was powered by the damage she received, and since he had no way of taking her down by beating her slowly, he didn't see the point of empowering her more — he grabbed her discarded pants, and wrapped with his cloak.
Until it created a workable rope.
"Come on, coward, hit back," Yang shouted, but Adam didn't miss her frustration. She wanted him to attack only to boost her capabilities further.
"Come on, sweetie, I'm not a boxer," Adam answered. He was never one to quip during battle, but he also didn't make habit of fighting horny blondes wearing nothing but their underwear.
Underwear was far from enough to hide the jumbling of their assets.
It was surprising just how well it worked to help him to push away the anger which, ordinarily, reached a point that would trigger his Semblance.
Instead, he could feel his Semblance stirring in a different manner.
"That much is clear, little man," Yang countered. "I'm sure you have a small pecker as well. Otherwise, why would you fight like enough."
Adam just chuckled. That insult might have been effective on someone else, but as a bull Faunus, it was pretty much useless against him.
"Why don't I show it to you so that you can have an educated idea," he said as he rushed forward.
"Finally," she gasped as his body collided against hers, realizing too late that he had used that opportunity to wrap her arms with the rope he created, easily ignoring the blows he received in the process.
Just like that, he found himself pressing against a half-naked blonde who was dressed in nothing but her underwear.
"You win, big boy. Now, why don't you show me how big bad evil Faunus treats their helpless captives," she gasped, but there was no hint of fear in her tone.
Only arousal…