Drained Chaos

Drained Chaos

Based on an idea @mcfanely and I chatted about.

It’s short and another of my “no real idea what the bigger plot is, but this scene popped into the ol’ noggin and wouldn’t leave” dealies.

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The fight was going well.

Sonic and crew had been chasing a gang of weasels around the city, after getting a tip they were stealing technology for Eggman. Why Eggman needed other technology when he could just as easily create his own was a question they’d yet to answer, but that was something for another time. They’d cornered the weasels in a warehouse, half-empty with crates of unused goods.

They’d split up, and each focused on one of the Eggman lackeys. Knuckles could hear the whirring of Sonic’s spindashes, and the hard poundings of Amy’s hammer. Tails was overhead, using his altitude to rain destruction down. The kid loved to dish out some well-deserved justice.

Knuckles himself dealt with a particularly brawny weasel, and the two seemed well matched. The echidna did not pull from his chaos reserves, what would have given him access to his full power for his blows, instead electing to keep his strength closer to his opponent’s. He hadn’t had a fight this satisfying in a while.

As the two sparred, trading blows and over-confident quips, something began to pull at Knuckles’ mind. A warning. Something was wrong.

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