Rusty was in control now, but he could feel Crack pressing up against his consciousness, fighting for control. The other two were doing everything in their power to fight back, but they always seemed to underestimate exactly how strong the last of their headmates could be. And it really wanted to get out. It really wanted to spread its plague to everyone and everything. Create chaos, madness, despair. Rusty didn't understand and it infuriated him that someone in his own body could be so cruel. Maybe he wasn't the kindest of creatures, but he definitely wasn't the psychopath that Crack could be.
He was crawling on the ground, always refusing to fly, which made things even more difficult and slow, but he guessed that taking to the sky would only make is more dangerous for him.