So this is the first work I've ever put on the internet. English isn't my first language so you could except some grammar isues. Don't shy to write your opinions in the comments or to point flaws. I' ll help the story grow. I hope you all enjoy the fic.

An Atlesian battleship flew through the air. As one of the mightiest of Atlases technological achievements, it was massive in size and armed with enough turrets and canons to vaporize any grimm horde unlucky enough to get in its way. Many dust powered engines kept it in the air where it had the greatest tactical advantage possible.

Now the giant war machine was headed for the city of Vale to deliver a very important VIP. Some might question the need for Atlas to send one of their battleships halfway around the globe just for a single persons convenience. Obviously those people didn't know that this person was a target for a certain well-known terrorist organization.

Adam Taurus stood at the rocky cliff side in the northern part of Vale. He looked over the sea and had a permanent frown imbued on his face. From there the despised Atlesian battleship was heading in their direction unaware that someone had decided to pay it a visit. The faunus readjusted his mask and after giving the little growing grey spec one final look of contempt went back in the forest.

The trees around were shaking in the sea breeze like in an unseen enthusiasm while Adams fingers were squeezed around wilts handle so tight that they were starting to turn withe. Every muscle under his black and red outfit was tensed. While the breathing exercises he used to calm himself down instead made the faunus realize how serious the situation was.

This was going to be the biggest job in his career as a freedom fighter. If succeeded it will be the greatest achievement in the history of the White Fang and a turning point for all faunus on remnant. If not he'll be dead. Simple as that.

The man arrived in a clearing where four giant canons were placed and armed with enough fire dust to blow through a goliath. Next to those stood around twelve bullheads. Eleven of those were old models which were prone to show technical issues after an hour of flight at best. They will be used as a distraction. Something for the Atlas jarheads to shoot at while he gets close enough in the new model bullhead the Fang relieved one SDC board member of a few months ago.

Without him, they were only a few other members left here. Even they were clearing up camp. He watched as his remaining brothers and sisters were folding tents and loading all of the equipment they used to set up the canons into a pair of trucks. In about ten minutes Adam was supposed the only faunus allowed in the vicinity. His orders.

"I still think this is a bad idea," said a heavily accented voice. It belonged to a giant of a man with black hair, brown skin and a muscular build. He wore a white garb with a popped collar, black pants, black fingerless gloves and pair of metal forearms. He also had a black sash tied around his waist, a gift from his nephew, and a custom White Fang mask that covered his face.

"I think we already had this conversation lieutenant." Adam addressed him by rank. The man only did it when he wanted to make sure that other person knew that his decision is final.

Sadly the lieutenant begged to differ. "And I still believe that attacking an Atlesian battleship is not something one man should attempt. Even if this man is you, Adam."

The aforementioned bull faunus almost bit his lip in frustration before controlling himself and hiding it behind a mask of cool collectiveness. His soldiers deserved better than to see their leader losing himself to anger. Still from where this insubordination was coming from?

"And what do you insist? That we cancel the operation. I've made sure that not a single person affiliated with the SDC could escape the White Fangs wrath and I'll let my self be stabbed in the back before allowing anything to stop me from attacking that battleship." "Even if that something is break up depression." He thought to himself.

"I'm not saying that we should cancel the mission. I just think that you definitely shouldn't attempt it alone. Take me with you and some of the other men. Together we'll kidnap that heiress before Atlas knows what hit them."

Adam was left deep in his thoughts. Technically this shouldn't be a solo mission. Their goal wasn't to infiltrate but to hit hard, get that deplorable human and escape. Because of the circumstances, a band of professionals would be the optional choice instead of a single powerhouse. Heck, he was sure that the good lieutenant had a few soldiers hiding in the woods and waiting for the signal that the major has agreed. The bull faunus almost smirked and said "yes" before a pair of golden eyes appeared from the darkness of his mind to ruin the good mood he almost had.

He couldn't. It was nobodies fault, but Adam couldn't force himself to take them along. He was afraid that they'll betray him. Just like she did. The faunuses breathing for a moment almost became rigid and his red hair, shirt, and markings for a second released crimson light before he got himself under control.

"You have five minutes to leave with the rest." Adam Taurus said in a voice that allowed no objections and stormed in the direction of his bullhead. He marched steadily but then turned for a brief second. The large man stood there his hand extended as to attempt to stop him, jet loyalty forbidding him to do such a thing.

"And I wish you a good day Edward!" The bull faunus said and continued his path. The lieutenant didn't deserve it. None of them did. Once I complete this task….I'll return to Mistral and ask Sienna to appoint Edward Allmond as the new leader of the Vale branch. And then I'll ask for some time off to get my head straight. The major thought as he entered the aircraft.

The Atlesian battleship was about to reach the coastline when the first canon blast hit it. Thankfully for the crew, the shield around the ship protected it from gaining any damage. Sadly it wouldn't be the only blast as many more would also hit. Eventually, the shield would give, but it didn't mean that the Atlas military would just stand there looking pretty and allow it to happen. They weren't considered Remnants best military for nothing. The likely coordinates of the attackers were already calculated and the soldiers on the ship were readying their own heavy artillery to show why it wasn't generally advised to mess with Atlas.

Jet as the attackers would be prepared to get punished two squads of bullheads rose from the midst of trees and flew towards the airship. Each squad consisted of six aircrafts and they were keeping a big enough distance between each other so the ship couldn't turn them to scraps with one blast.

Eventually, the turrets were raining hell on the aggressors while the main artillery was used to lay the fangs automatic canons to waste.

Adam meanwhile could only sit in his bullhead that was masked to look as shabby as the rest of them and avoid the swarm of bullets that were trying to erase him out of existence. He begged to the God of Light to keep him safe while the aircraft arrives at the battleship which had already reduced the bullhead population to six and if the burning forest was anything to believe he'd just lost his distraction. The faunus was at least happy that the canons and bullheads were automated. So no screaming conscience about the dead for him tonight.

The invading force was reduced to a single Adam Taurus when he got close enough to the ship.

Okay, now the hard part. The bull faunus thought before opening the door of the aircraft and jumping out. A second passed before a precise artillery blast blew it to bits. He flew through the air and thankfully was hidden between the pieces of charred metal due to his black outfit. The wind pressure suppressed all sound and together with the feeling when you're floating the terrorist almost wished that this could never end. But he had a job to do and a shield to deal with.

He grabbed his swords-wilts handle with his right hand while grabbing the sheath-rifle-blush with his left. Adam breathed air through his nose as he concentrated his aura in the blade of the sword. The red marking on his mask and clothes as well as the wilting rose on his back and the hair on his head started to emit a faint red light. Presumably, the crew on the ship had already seen a shining red star closing in high speed. The man released his breath and with that unsheathed wilt and slashed the air creating a blood-red energy slash. It didn't destroy the shield jet it created a hole big enough for him to slip through.

The faunus landed on the battleship. At that moment every Atlas military personnel that saw him through one of the cameras felt a cold sweat run down their faces. The white fang terrorist made one his iconic evil grins. At the deck of the ship, the captain immediately made contact with the nearest Atlas military base. He said the worlds that the soldier never thought he'll have to say. "Adam Taurus is onboard."

Weiss Schnee was not having a good day. It wasn't because she had to deal with being escorted to Vale by a bunch of soldiers, robots and six Atlas specialists. No, the young lady could very much deal with the overprotective nature of her father. She was finally free from the SDC and its influence and was on her way to becoming a huntress in the best huntsman academy in the world. So who cares that heiress had to sit inside the boring airship or seeher scared face every time she looked in the mirror. Alright, maybe the last part still made Weiss a tiny bit upset. But overall the future huntress felt pretty good about herself until they were attacked.

At that moment the heiress of The Schnee Dust Company was standing in the ships main deck accompanied by her two specialist bodyguards. Weiss wanted to see the moment the battleship enters Vales territory and since the window in her room was too small to properly appreciate the moment she'd gotten the captains permission to enjoy the view from the main deck.

Sometimes being a Schnee really paid of.

After the airship, however, reached the mainland everything went terribly wrong. Something hit the battleship and everyone went on full alert. The two specialist bodyguards immediately grabbed Weiss by her hands and dragged the girl out of the deck and in the direction of her room. When they arrived in the king-size guest room one of the specialists - a big muscular, bald-headed man in a sleeveless, white west and two black mechashift guns attached to each thigh scanned the door lock with his scroll and two heavy plate metal doors blocked the exit.

After that Weiss had to go through one of the most insufferable waiting games in her life. Occasionally the ship would shake whenever a successful blast hit it. After the fourth or fifth shake, the ships turrets were activated and together with the artillery and the explosions created an orchestra of destruction. The young lady was sitting on her bed in a state of frozen panic with her nails dug so deep in booth palms that aura was the only thing keeping the Schnee from hurting herself.

"It's going to be okay miss." The young heiress looked up surprised to see the other specialist - a woman bit younger than her sister with short ginger hair mostly hidden under a wight cap, wearing the standard specialist wight and grey coat and holding a monster of a dark grey automatic riffle with so many special compartments on it that counting them all would make the girls head hurt - trying to reassure the young Schnee with a calming smile on her face.

"Thank you!" Weiss said in a shaky voice. The bald man across the room gave her a quick reassuring nod before shifting his attention back to the door.

After a brief moment, the explosions ceased and they were left with only the sound of the turrets gunning down the remaining bullheads. And after a minute or two, even that ended. For a moment the girl could almost breathe in relief until both specialists got a call.

"Howard and Jackie here. Everything's calm in our end. What's the situation?" Said the man while holding his earpiece.

The person in the other end said something and Weiss could see the two Atlas specialists tense up for a second which was almost undetectable for anyone except a girl who had lived in a household were seeing subtle cues in ones behavior could mean avoiding whatever anger said, someone, is barely keeping in check.

The call ended and both specialists pulled all of their attention towards the sealed door.

"Is something wrong?" Weiss asked even though it was obvious by the guards acted.

"Everything is under control mam." The man answered before his college could even open her mouth.

The Schnee could easily notice that he was lying, but she didn't pry, because as a citizen of Atlas it was her duty to never question authority.

After a few moments, the sound of a gunshot was heard from the other side of the door. Booth specialists visibly tensed up. The shot became a shoot out and the women with the automatic rifle stood in front of Weiss and ordered her to stay behind her no matter what happens.

The young heiress was shocked but she calmed herself enough to quickly grab her weapons case that was next to the bed and take out the multi-action dust rapier-myrtenaster out of it and stand with it behind the woman as ordered.

Suddenly something hit the door.

Adam Taurus wasn't having a good day. Every turret, robot and soldier on the ship was gunning for him as the faunus quickly headed to the place where that deplorable Schnee was hiding. Earlier he'd escaped from being pulverized by every turret on the airships corpus by cutting through the nearest hatch and ending up in the grayish white corridor that was a part of the massive labyrinth of identical-looking hallways from which most of the battleships interior consisted. It would be a hassle for anyone without experience to find what they're looking for without extensive knowledge of the war machines structure. Thankfully he didn't need such knowledge.

The bull faunus slammed the floor with his right hand and unleashing his aura in every direction like a sonar. It went through the ship taking note of every room and secret passage until it found what Adam was looking for. The Schnee was together with two other humans, by their aura levels huntsman.

He got up and sprinted in the direction of the target. The man had already sensed multiple enemies heading in his direction. In front of the faunus a part of the ceiling opened and a turret with two machine gun barrels came out. It deployed a stream of bullets against him. A lesser man would have fallen there, but the one facing the shots was a man considered by many to be a prodigy in aura manipulation. In a blink of an eye, Adam pulled wilt out the sheath and span it around him while imbuing the blade with enough aura to create a makeshift shield. The bullets did nothing more than just feed his semblance and once it was strong enough he side sprinted in flash and unleashed a slash of energy back at the machine. The crimson wave had cut it in half diagonally and the bottom half fell on the floor while the upper hanged brokenly like the garbage it had become.

Just as it had been done Adam took a turn to the next hallway and was surprised, okay not actually surprised, by two Atlas jarheads accompanied by eight of their black, human-shaped toys which "the greatest military force on Remnant" always so generously throw his way to get scraped.

The two humans shot on sight with their combat rifles joined by four of the black Atlesian Knights which used the built-in automatic guns in their hands. The other four of the world-renown killing machines changed their hands into two blades and went with a more head-on approach.

The bull faunus avoided the slash to his face and responded by cutting the robot in half with the red blade of his sword. A second one tried to use the opportunity to stab him in the gut. Adam back stepped to avoid the injury and retaliated with a hook kick. The Atlesian Knights head bent on the impact as the rest of the body was launched knocking the two machines behind it off their feet. He used the opportunity to sheathe his sword and by pressing the trigger on the rifle sheath launched it handle first in one of the Atlas soldiers chests. The sudden impact caught both of the humans by surprise which Adam quickly took the opportunity of. In a second he was there and caught the sword midair. Then the man took a great big slash at booth soldiers. Their puny auras and armour couldn't withstand such power and blood lust the attack radiated and they gave out just like puppets with their strings cut off.

He sprinted through the opening where the two soldiers had stood not bothering to deal with the rest of the robots. The faunus will have to clash with all manner of foes in the ship so wasting his aura to finish off a few small fries that couldn't keep up to his speed was a complete waste.

The next few hallways consisted of the same type of rabble. Atlas soldiers too eager to waste their life away and a load of sentient metal which was more of an annoyance than an actual threat. And occasionally a turret would pop out of the ceiling or a wall. He did take note that there were no Spider droids which could only be explained by the fact that do their tendency of causing great levels of collateral damage no one wanted those in an airborne vessel. Adam could only give a mental pat on the back for the smart lad that unintentionally made his day a lot easier. That, of course, didn't mean that he was out of the woodwork.

After corridor nr.28 the bull faunus arrived the main hanger or precisely a bridge above the main hanger. Below a treasure trove of bullheads had been parked. He made a mental note to come back here once the hostage had been obtained. The man was already halfway through the bridge when a glint caught his eye. Adam quickly avoided a golden hook which hit the place where he'd stood which was followed by a shaggy looking man in a grey west. After that, the white fang terrorist heard something behind him and avoided a massive steel lance and another man in a grey overcoat. He tried to cut the attackers side open but was forced to instead use his blade to deflect a bullet which came from jet another man this time with a sniper rifle and glasses. Lastly, a fourth one appeared between the one with the hook-shotguns and the sniper. It didn't have any recognizable weapons besides the grey power armour on the strangers body that made it impossible to distinguish its gender. Adam clicked his tongue. Atlas specialists. Four of them.

The lance wielding human stood next to the three other ones. The sniper changed his weapon to a long sword while the shaggy human cracked his neck. The specialist in the power armour tried to negotiate.

"Adam Taurus." It said in a voice that sounded robotic. "Surrender and you shall receive a fair trial in an Atlesian court of law. Resist and we will execute you for the crimes committed against the great nation of Atlas."

"Denied." Answered Adam as he launched wilt into the group.

The one in the power armour caught it by the handle with incredible speed yet it was only a distraction. The attacker himself appeared a second later and planted a solid kick in the beings stomach. It flew back releasing the sword from its grip and the bull faunus grabbed wilt jet again and tried to decapitate the human with hooks. This failed however as Adam was forced to dodge to the left or get a javelin launched in his back. That, however, lead to the man being in a perfect position for the shaggy specialist to hit him with both shotgun barrels.

Only thanks to incredible reflexes and years of training were the white fang terrorist capable of increasing his speed to such absurd levels to block booth shots with wilt from such a point-blank range. The specialists were evidently shocked because for a moment they could only see a black and red blur instead of their foe. But sadly that was to be expected from a man that has been capable of killing so many huntsman in the reported time of his criminal activity.

To keep him from counter-attacking the specialist in glasses quickly charged the faunus and swang his blade creating a light blue aura slash from which Adam hat to duck incredibly low to avoid. He quickly got up and attacked the swordsman with wilt. The human parried the blade but got a nasty surprise when the terrorist pressed blush against his unprotected chest and pressed the trigger. The blast didn't break the mans aura jet it disorientated him which was everything Adam had asked for.

Despite popular belief, there was a way for one to get through another ones aura without actually breaking it. It was a forbidden technique which hadn't been officially thought to anyone since the last war. It thought that because aura was an extension of the soul a person with a strong enough spirit and murderous intent could bypass someone elses aura who lacked such strength. This art worked like a charm against anyone without huntsmen level aura training jet barely did anything to those who had it. Adam, however, had realised that it did work on huntsmen who were not in a focused state. The moment one of them becomes angry or in this situation dazed all of their fancy aura meant nothing.

He attacked the human with blade full of murderous intent. It almost caught the mans throat when someone pushed him out of the way and deflected the weapon with an armoured hand. The specialist in power armour had reappeared and attacked Adam with a storm of quick kicks and punches. He barely avoided each attack and saw a pattern between strikes. They only almost hit places who weren't as well guarded or had a short aura decrease. From this, the faunus was pretty sure that human had some semblance that allowed him to see weaknesses or had one hell of an intuition which in this case could also be a semblance. He planned to bait it and then attack when felt someone behind him and avoided jet another javelin to the back. It hit the ground creating an explosion which probably meant that it was filled with red dust.

This was the third time he almost got attacked from behind by the same person. Would it be someone stealthier Adam wouldn't be surprised but this human was so easily detectable that the faunus suspected some foul play here. It was probably a teleportation semblance since it was almost impossible that such an oaf could be capable of creating illusions. He attempted to keep the man constantly in his eyesight which most of his colleges made incredibly hard to do.

The hook-gun user jet again aimed at the terrorist with one of his shotguns. Like before Adam quickly absorbed the impact of the bullet and shoot back with blush in hand. Expecting this the human already had a hook attached to the ceiling with which to pull himself up avoiding the shoot. Then he detached the hook midair pulled it back in and with a speed that rivaled that of faunuses own blasted both hooks in each side of the bridge. The specialist launched himself feet first towards the attacker. Adam attempted to back step when he felt an at this point familiar presence as the lance wielding specialist appeared behind him and aimed to stab his weapon into the terrorists back.

Cornered from both sides the faunus completely relied on his instincts. The terrorist quickly separated a part of his aura and forced it into a projection behind him. The lance wielder was surprised when instead of hitting the enemy the weapon was blocked by a completely black and red imitation of Adam Taurus that quickly emerged from his back. After that, the aforementioned terrorist used a technique that always felt unpleasant to use even if it was incredibly useful. He pulled his body towards the projection only by using his aura so that he ended up in the same position as it holding the enemies weapon so it wouldn't impale his face. To a bystander, it might have looked like teleportation, but it was more like when a magnet pulled something towards its self.

Even though disoriented he pushed the teleporting specialist back and quickly drew blush which he used to shoot the hook wielder who had just landed behind. The man got a bullet to the chest and flew towards his comrades who caught him. It was what Adam needed. The faunus charged towards the annoying human that had tried to stab him in the back so many times. The man raised wilt so it would seem that he was about to perform a downwards slash. The red blade glowed in a bloody light as so did the marks on his clothes and hair. The Atlas specialist instinctively raised his lance to block the upcoming attack. Sadly he didn't know that it wasn't this attack from which he needed to protect himself.

There was another method to bypass a someones aura. It wasn't as well known as the first due to its high failure chance. It only worked if the attention of the target was focused on something else. It was more of an assassins technique meant for those which were hard to detect. His old partner had a natural talent for it not that she would ever admit it while he was more like an open field combatant. Still it didn't mean that the terrorist was above leaving his comfort zone if the situation asked for it.

As the human was about to brace the attack Adam charged his left hand with the leftover kinetic energy and aura punched him in the solar plexus. The faunus didn't feel any resistance and so with the sound of bones cracking the man was launched back. He hit the ground and lied there with empty eyes with no life left in them.

"This would damage the remaining humans power to think logically." He thought and so it did.

First to attack was the armoured specialist and though its attacks were still calculated and precise they also had an obvious ferocity to them which any real expert could use to outsmart their opponent. The faunus avoided the first row of kicks and punches and waited till he saw an opening and kicked the specialists thigh so that it would lose balance for a second. He then further exploited the opportunity by jumping on his opponent and using the hands it pulled to cover its face as a jumping platform. He soared above the remaining soldiers and landed at the other side of trio where Adam was supposed to go to reach the Schnee.

As the three attacked, the terrorist finally released the energy from wilts blade and sent a slash of pure destruction at his pursuers. They weren't quick enough to react and were met with the full force of the white fang majors moonslice. The bridge was shattered upon impact and there was soon nothing left except a pile of rubble and a broken bridge.

The faunus didn't even give the destruction a final look as he headed towards his destiny. All of the recent scuffles had left the mans aura to a stable sixty percent which was enough to get what he needed. After a few more hallways of being intercepted by the ships defenses, Adam had finally reached where the heiress was hiding. A few years ago he had a run-in with the eldest of the Schnee daughters. Back then the man had wasted his opportunity to kill her which he'd always regret. Now however he knew that it wasn't a complete waste. Thanks to meeting "dear old sister" the faunus was able to get a reading on her aura signature. Usually, each persons aura had a completely different signature but people with hereditary semblances were cursed to have similar aura readings. A vile smirk appeared on his face. After this, he'll probably send a "thank you" card to Winter Schnee.

In front of him lay a small blockade which consisted of a bunch of Atlas soldiers and about twenty Atlesian Knights with black riot shields in hand. They had pressed them together creating a defensive wall while many rifle ends peaked out from the openings between shields. Up in the ceiling, two machine gun turrets had already started to spin awaiting the kill order.

"Fire!" Someone said from within the shields and all hell broke loose.

Due to his quick thinking, Adam charged wilt with what leftover kinetic energy he had left and sent a long crimson slash at booth turrets as they were the most dangerous obstacle in the hallway. The broken weapons rained whatever scrap was left on the defenders who despite losing their major source of offensive power didn't stop shooting. The terrorist deflected whatever dust rounds he could with his sword, but he still felt as the bullets bounced off his aura draining his power reserves despite all of the kinetic energy he got from being shoot. There was nowhere to hide and the corridor wasn't large enough to avoid the shoots via moving fast. There was only one option and it was the direct approach.

He charged the blockade deflecting whatever explosive rounds he could.

"Let us see if this stack of shields can withstand a bulls fury!" Adam thought a corny line that once would have made a certain cat faunus cringe out of embarrassment. With the combined power of an aura enhanced speed, kinetic energy and a seriously pissed of murderer he hit the wall of shields. The world turned red for a moment as the blockade gave in and the humans and robots flew in each direction. It was like an explosion had happened in this hallway.

Once the crimson faded everything returned to normal. The Atlesian Knights had done Atlas proud and protected the soldiers from most of the blast. They laid in pieces on the floor as nothing more than scrap metal. The humans however mixed between the lucky ones who were knocked out and the not so lucky ones who were moaning in pain on the ground "or gods forbid" trying to get up only for a kick or stab from the assailant to free them from whatever form of conscience they were in. Adam himself felt incredibly winded. He quickly took control back of his breathing and used a bit from his aura to rejuvenate himself back in to shape. The man was low on aura. No critically low, but low enough to hope that the backup of Atlesian specialists who were definitely heading from the nearest Atlas military base wouldn't arrive any time soon. He really should have not refused Edwards assistance.

Adam made a small chuckle contemplating his own stupidity and then looked at the door. Steel, probably reinforced with ground dust and has two or three layers of plating. Probably has a top of the line security lock to make sure that even a skilled hacker would need at least ten minutes to open it. Overall…...he felt offended.

The bull faunus charged wilts blade again and once the light on his body had gone from a bloody crimson to a blindingly white unleashed the greater slash at the door. The impact created a hole where the locked entrance was and Adam went through it. Inside the unsurprisingly spacious room, they were two more specialists and her. A wild smirk appeared on his face as he saw the girl clad in white with her white hair, blue eyes and doll-like features that clearly showed that this child hadn't faced a single hardship in her life. Well, he is definitely going to change that.

"Cover me and protect the girl." The bald man said to his coworker and unleashed a barrage of shots at the terrorist.

The faunus attempted to deflect the shots when the first one hit and he was surprised when the impact was so strong that it made wilts blade almost hit him in the face.

"Gravity rounds." The man thought. "Not good!"

Each of those bullets hit like a canon. His arms wouldn't last if he tried to deflect every single of them with his sword and with aura this low the human only needed to hit him a few times to draw blood.

Adam spent the next few seconds avoiding or deflecting bullets while covering the distance to reach the specialist. Thankfully this humans speed was a far cry from his which made everything easier. What didn't make things easier was the human female that started giving the man support fire from that monstrosity of a gun in her hands. She was obviously the weaker of the two so the faunus attacked her first.

Avoiding four more gravity bullets he charged some of the absorbed energy into blush instead of wilt. Even though the sheet-rifle was also built to absorb and release kinetic energy Adam barely used it for that purpose since it had a habit to get jammed after the first supercharged shoot. Sadly Remnant wasn't giving him a lot of options.

The small rose insignia on the gun started to glow and he unleashed the crimson round out of the riffle. It hit the woman straight in the face and despite her aura, she was knocked out cold. The human fell limply on the ground as the Schnee behind her screamed. Adam ignored it as two saws appeared at the ends of the bald humans guns and he ferociously attacked the faunus.

Sparks flew as the white fang member blocked the saws with his sword. Despite how dangerous the weapons were this human was considerably weaker than those at the bridge. He already knew how to deal with this Atlesian hound. Adam pushed him back and grabbed blush from his belt. Thankfully the rifle wasn't jammed so he at least had one shoot. The man aimed towards the humans chest and shoot. The bullet hit and the gunman stepped back from the impact. The specialist was already dead he just didn't know that….jet.

With a murderous glow, the sword of the faunus hit the mans side and with strength only befitting a monster he cleaved the human in two. Both pieces of the once-proud specialist fell and the ground and Adam Taurus, Major of the White Fang branch in Vale and confirmed killer of at least forty-eight huntsmen level combatants looked at the terrified girl in front of him. There wasn't a smile on his face nor the look of satisfaction. Only a cruel, spiteful glare.

The man saw the weapon in her hand and despite the girls best efforts he could see it shaking. The Schnee didn't try to attack first instead was probably looking for an opening. Clever. Adam attached the now malfunctioned blush to his belt. But not clever enough!

He charged the heires wilt in hand. She tried to block but one strong slash was enough to knock the rapier aside. A second later the faunus planted a hardy kick to her stomach and she flew back and hit the wall with a loud thud.

The man had to admit that the Schnee had considerably good control over her aura. But she was still a rookie and any semi-competent soldier could take her on.

"Did you really think that you had a chance!" Adam jelled loudly.

The Schnee tried to get up using her weapon as a cane. She got on her feet and as soon as their eyes met he froze.

Maybe it was because of the age but the moment the bull faunus looked into those blue orbs he saw the same look…..Blake gave him when she separated their carts. Fear.

Back then that one look froze the man from going after the one person that made him feel like wasn't alone.

"Why?" The faunus taught suddenly broken from everything he tried to repress for a week. "Why did she look at me like I was some kind of monster?"

Adam never got an answer to his question. Behind the female specialist got up and with her one undamaged eye aimed at him. Many tiny compartments opened on the automatic rifle and a load of small missiles came out who were launched at the man. They hit resulting in the fang member yelling in pain as his back was scorched. The bull faunus turned around furious and attacked.

He reached the specialist in a matter of seconds and with the last of his strength sliced through the females weapon like it was butter. She fell on her back and Adam grabbed wilt harder to stab the woman in the stomach when he stopped. The faunus felt one final pain in his back before came the void.

Myrtenaster was launched in the terrorists back from where it reached his heart and was held by a very traumatized Weiss Schnee. The part of the rapier which was visible glowed in a bright red light indicating that it was infused with the red fire dust. The remains of Adams aura made one crimson glow before dissipating in particles of white light. It was a quick death. He never knew what hit him.

The Schnee heirless let go of her weapon and started to sob before turning it into full-blown cry.