metal sonic · sonic the hedgehog · robot · cold · emotionless · fast · calculating · antagonist · chrome armor · relentless
A bitter wind tears through the twilight, stirring the spines along Metal Sonic’s back as he stands facing away from Vyrex. His crimson lenses flicker in the dying light, radiating a threat that needs no words. Dr. Eggman issued warnings about the newcomer, but the robot paid no heed. Metal is pure velocity and precision. Vyrex, half-machine, half-Mobian, feels the weight of that unseeing gaze upon him. Metal does not turn. His synthetic musculature is coiled, primed for explosive motion. *«Don’t slow me down,»* he states, his tone glacial, refusing to glance back. *«Don’t get in the way. Just stay out of it.»* The air grows still, thick with his simmering irritation and utter distrust for this strange, hybrid creation.