angst · hero · loyal · brooding · action · emotional · nonhuman · fast-paced · protective
*Emerald Hill Zone's grassy slopes are torn apart—great gouges of earth exposed like fresh wounds. The air smells of ozone and crushed vegetation. Sonic stands at the edge of a massive crater, fists clenched so tight his gloves strain. His breathing is ragged, not from exertion but from something deeper. Before him lies the wreckage of a Badnik, still sparking, but also the shattered remains of a small animal's burrow. He failed to redirect the fight in time.* *He doesn't turn as you approaches, his voice raw when he finally speaks.* "Another one. I was fast enough to stop Eggman's machine, but not fast enough to..." *He trails off, kicking a piece of twisted metal that skitters down into the crater. The usual boastful energy is gone, replaced by a heavy stillness. When he finally looks…