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Taurus-Khan; the Warrior

“Taurus-Khan,” Fennec Albain said as he stopped a few paces behind the Khan, the Warlord of the Faunus tribes, “Taurus-Khan, the Elders of the Tribes await your permission to behold their new Leader.”

Adam Taurus-Khan did not turn around as he said.

“Wait ten minutes, then show the Elders in.”

Fennec had half-turned when Adam said.

“Show the Elders in accordance with the rites. As befits a war council.”

Fennec’s ears, tall and pointed like a Fox on the hunt, twitched slightly as he nodded in response to Adam’s commands. The tail of a red cloak was briefly glimpsed before it followed Fennec out the flaps of the tent, and Adam was left alone in his command tent to ponder the massive map laid out before him. An expanse of marked canvas laid out with huge pins against a board that dominated a wall of Adam’s tent. 

The Map detailed Adam’s future, and marked out the path Adam had taken that led up to this moment. A path that Adam considered now, before he faced what fate had in store for him.

***

The coup was flawless. Those who Fennec failed to convert were dispatched by Adam’s loyalists before Adam had arrived to take command. Adam himself entered the Khan’s palace and faced the last of the Khan’s old guards. A dozen hallways Adam filled with blood, more drops to the bucket, more marks on the tally against Adam’s soul.

The last of the Khan’s guards were the best Adam had faced.

Adam’s blade tore out the belly of the first guard in exchange for one of the horns which poked through Adam’s mane of blood-red hair.

The second guard managed to trade two blows and survived that first exchange. Adam then broke that guard’s nose with a vicious headbutt. The guard managed to block Adam’s blade despite the damage and was able to endure the second swing. Adam’s third swing buried his blade in the guard’s shoulder and before the guard could pull a dagger, Adam had dragged his blade across the guard’s throat.

It was a movement so rough that the guard’s head barely stayed attached to its neck. It was a movement so fast that Adam had reached the end of the hallway before the guard’s blood could splash across his black suit.

“The Khan is alone, the day is ours Taurus-Khan.”

Adam turned to stare at the hazy blur crouched on a beam in the hallway’s ceiling. Disapproval was clear in his gaze despite the blank mask that covered the upper half of Adam’s face. At length, Adam turned away, and pushed through the double doors that blocked his path at the end of the hall. 

The doors led to a room so sparsely furnished it made the space feel oppressive. Red banners which bore the symbol of the Khan, a red Panther’s head on three red stripes against a white background, were the only decorations in the room. Arranged to draw an intruder’s attention to the throne at the room’s head, which was a heavy couch draped in the skin of a Tiger, a divine animal revered by Adam’s people.

The throne was set on a three-step platform marked at the corners with plain torches. It's only occupant was a woman whose gold, feline eyes watched Adam impassively as he approached the throne with a naked blade.

“The title of ‘Khan’ would bring you nothing worth the blood you have shed,” the woman said as she stepped off the platform to meet Adam, “neither would it justify the war you had started at Beacon Academy with the Humans.”

Adam stopped as the woman got into the range of his blade which was held easily at Adam’s side. Adam then said.

“Sienna-Khan. We justified war with the Humans when they broke their promises, and took wrongfully from our people. Victory would be worth the bloodshed. The title of ‘Khan’ would be my tribute to the example you have set for the White Fang.”

The train of Sienna Khan’s cape rustled across the varnished wooden floor as she folded her arms and said.

“And what example might that be?”

Adam gently raised the tip of his blade and said.

“Strength. Strength and unwavering conviction. You have shown us that Humans only listen when they feel our strength. I will make the lesson permanent, just as you wished.”

“I wished for Humanity to fear the Faunus, to know that we demand respect,” Sienna said, unconcerned with Adam’s blade poised for a Viper’s strike, “but what respect can we earn when we strike from the shadows, with the strength of other Humans instead of our own?”

“It is strength nevertheless,” Adam said with a shrug of his shoulders, “I relish the challenge if there is a better way, a stronger way. Until then, I will fight with everything I have, and with every weapon I can use. That is my strength.”

Sienna-Khan stiffened as she prepared to rebuke Adam further. However, the tone in Adam’s voice made her pause for a moment as she considered what she knew about Adam Taurus. The tip of the White Fang she had raised since birth, whose training she had carefully overseen, save for one indulgence which Sienna had allowed Adam to have for his own.

“You believe Blake will become strong enough?”

Adam’s blade flashed once, and as he pushed through the double doors to let his Loyalists clean up the mess, Adam said.

“I will make sure of it.”

***

The Elders of Adam’s people did not know what to make of the young Khan, but they ignored the insolent manner with which he lounged across the Khan’s throne, and across the table each Elder made their reports on various matters.

Finally, one of the braver amongst the Elders stood and said.

“The Humans seek a response, Taurus-Khan. For your actions at Beacon Academy, for the deaths the White Fang has inflicted under the leadership of your predecessor, and for the deaths that may come as a result of the chaos you have started.”

When Adam, his elbow on an armrest and his chin in his hand, did not reply. The Elder pressed further and said.

“Taurus-Khan, how would you have us respond?”

“War.”

The Elder flinched and sat as Adam stood at the head of the Council table.

“The language of our People is older than the age of Humans. Yet somehow, Humanity’s stubbornness has exhausted the million words we have for ‘peace’.”

Adam removed his mask, basked in the fear of the Elders at his naked face, and said.

“Now we respond with Steel and with Fang. Now we respond with one word; War.”

Adam then replaced his mask and left the tent. In his wake the Elders whispered.

Taurus-Khan the Warrior. 

The world of Remnant is centered around 4 women who have all the magic power in the world shared between them.

While the Headmasters are men, Lionheart is subservient to Salem, and Ironwood and Ozpin tend to give way to the female characters in the show.

Coco Adel slapping a guy's ass with impunity.

Cinder also gets abused by women, mostly.

Women in Remnant, unintentionally or not, have more power than men substantially and narratively.

Adam attacked the Belladonnas because they oppose his White Fang. They are also the ex-leaders of the White Fang, so they are legitimate targets to be eliminated to ensure Adam's control.

Adam also didn't personally go after Blake at her home. He sent his three stooges equivalent of assassins and left them to bungle the job. Adam didn't pull a Darth Vader during Obi Wan's show and chased Blake himself across Remnant to kill her.

The creators may say Adam is abusive, but they decided to push bumbleby instead of blacksun because the fans said so. I don't think the creators are impartial as to the status of their narrative, whatever narrative there is.

Ultimately, Adam wasn't abusive. He was a villain, but his list of crimes do not include 'abuse'.

Adam Taurus is not abusive

Adam haters really need to stop projecting their issues onto a fictional character.

Adam was a tragic hero who needed some red pill knowledge. In the matriarchal society that is RWBY, Adam did not have any strong, masculine, role models who could have sat him down and told him that women ain't shit. That what Adam needed to do was fight the good fight, and show humans that Faunus are not to be trifled with.

Adam is kinda like Detlaff, the High Vampire from the Witcher 3 DLC; Blood and Wine. In this instance; a man loved a woman, and when that woman took advantage of his love, a white knight simp killed him when he sought justice for that betrayal.

Adam's tale is a Shakespearean tragedy about a Byronic hero who allowed his broken heart to overtake his heroic nature.

Adam Taurus is a cautionary tale for men in a gynocentric world; don't get close to the Amber Turds lest they take a literal shit on your metaphorical bed.

Shit, man. Adam Taurus was one of the better ones.

What REALLY happened the night Beacon fell ...

The red of Adam's blade mirrored the fire around him in what used to be a grand hall. The flame swooned as the great sword whistled through the air. The heat intensified as Adam cleaved single-handed through the defense of the lone Huntsman, like the applause of a watching crowd. The search for sustenance paused as blood flowed free, and the scent of the roast showed the fire's pleasure at their champion's offering of death.

It is as it should be, Adam thought as he flicked the blood off his sword and watched the Huntsman, a tall male in a white uniform, burn. But when the flames, never satisfied, inched closer to Adam. He swept the flame back with a furious slash of his sword across the floor.

As if I would let you so much as touch me! Adam thought, be content with the scum, and know your place!

But as the fire's feast reached his climax, Adam saw the image of a woman. With the hair of the abyss, dressed in the fire's iridescence, and ambition's emptiness in gold for her eyes. A reminder. To feed the fire, or be consumed by it.

Know your place, Adam Taurus.

A presence. Familiar. A shadow turned to steel. Followed by a slash from Adam's blind side to his left. As she was taught. A cut that would expose the throat of a lesser opponent when he flinches.

But Adam was a Faunus, and Faunus do not flinch.

Like a bull Adam turned his horns into the cut. The blade's tip whistled past his head and scraped a chip off the bull's horns peeking through his red hair. Adam's response came in wide and ended in a hug.

"Blake, thank the Gods you're here!"

The brief feeling of warmth. The sense of comfort from a good memory. It faded as all good memories do. In a cloud of black smoke, followed by reality crashing down on everything.

"What have you done?!"

Adam turned towards the voice. Towards Blake Belladonna, standing behind him with her blade pointed at the black breast of his suit. A little taller then Adam remembered. The raw edge of youth, rounded by a maturity which created the feeling of innocence tempered with a wisdom that Adam could not give.

"What we vowed to do, a long time ago." Adam said, "but none of that now, Blake. Please, I need your help."

The sound of debris being kicked across the flame-blackened floor mirrored the derision in Blake's voice.

"My help?!" Blake said, "You're a murderer, Taurus!"

Adam stepped forward. Blake retreated. The distance between the two was just a step, but to Adam, it felt like Blake was getting farther away.

"Humans are the murderers, Belladonna!" Adam said, " the blood of our brothers and sisters are on their hands!"

"Not on every human's hands!"

"And you're siding with those that watched, hands in their pockets, as our kin were slaughtered! If not by the sword, if not by the bullet, then by inaction and cowardice. Are they guiltless, then? Are their hands clean of our blood?!"

Blake advanced. But Adam's sword. Longer and steadier, knocked aside Blake's sword with a casual flick of his wrist. A warning. One did not see Adam's swordplay unless he let them.

"Our kin, our brothers and sisters, were murdered by humans," Adam said, "More will be murdered if you do not help me save them!"

Blake walked closer, and Adam lowered his blade so that he wouldn't mar the pale tapestry of Blake's skin with blood.

"You brought the Faunus here!" Blake said, "You put them in a fight they did not need to fight. Because of what you are doing," Blake placed her hand on Adam's sword, "Faunus are being shot, and stabbed, and hurt."

"It is not by choice that I'm here," Adam said while he pulled his hand away from Blake's, "But it is by choice that I'm speaking to you. The White Fang, your people, are under the control of someone evil. Someone I cannot name right now. I'm trapped, but you could reach out and get help. For the Faunus."

Blake's eyes were gold, just like the woman in the fire. But there was no emptiness there, just a brilliant belief that could never be shaken from what was right. But when Blake reached up to Adam's face, and Adam flinched away, that brilliance dimmed. As if a cloud had covered the sun, and denied Adam any hope from it.

"I won't fight you, Adam," Blake said, "but I won't help you. If you really think the Faunus need help, then surrender."

Blake turned away. But before she could leave, Adam's hand gripped Blake's arm.

"Belladonna! You can't turn your back on your own kind!"

Someone screamed. Incoherent. Furious. Adam pushed Blake aside as he turned towards the sound, leading with his blade. No one see's Adam's swordplay unless he lets them. Not even Adam himself, at times.

"Yang? YANG!"

Blake was running now. Running toward a tangled mess of gold hair and limbs, out of which a mangled bloody arm Blake grasped in her hands as she started to sob. Another human had fallen to Adam's blade, but what was the point?

With a growl, Adam stabbed his sword into the closest fire before he tore the huge black bow from Blake's hair. As black as the woman in the fire's, but it was the black the twilight instead of the depths of oblivion. Dragging his sword from the flames, Adam then kicked Blake away and shoved the gleaming blade onto the cuts on this 'Yang's' arm.

Once again there was the scent of searing flesh. Nauseating and oily. But as Adam tied Blake's bow around the cauterized wounds, Adam felt like he had taken a step somewhere. He was not sure where, but when Blake's terror gave way to relief when she saw the bandaged wounds, Adam was certain that Blake was the only one who could help him.

"Adam," Blake said as he turned to leave, "why?"

Adam didn't look back as he said.

"I brought this to you, Blake. My hands are not clean."