“How could you, Fiona?”
Tails’ question was punctuated by the far less verbal back and forth going on around them, as Sonic and Scourge rolled along the ground, trading blows. Their fight, like all those going on at the moment, was a personal matter. The former Anti-Sonic and Mobius’ native son had never been on cordial terms, and things between them were finally coming to a head. Elsewhere, Knuckles battled the mad Doctor Finitavius.
“How could you betray us?”
Fiona’s eyes moved back and forth, searching through shaded corners and piles of machinery and broken robots. Finitavius’ lab was a junkyard from another time, strewn with the industrial relics of some too-human era. Everything was too large in scale for her liking, and it reminded her of when she had been captured, all those years ago. He was hiding somewhere nearby; her ears moved, trying to pinpoint his location.
“Easily,” she purred, making her way past the silent frame of a lathing machine. “Working with you boys had seemed like a fun way to spend my time at first, but each of you became more unbearable by the day.”
“How can you say that? We helped you, housed you, we...” his voice trailed off, but that was alright. She had a good idea of where he was.
With grin, she jumped, bouncing off an old robotic arm, and landing a flying kick on a body hiding in the shadows. She felt her foot connect with something solid, but it didn’t feel quite like flesh and bone. Alighting back on the old arm, she saw Tails fall back and land, feet first, on the ground, unhurt.
“Fiona, please…!” he pleaded. “Whatever Scourge has on you, we can help!”
“You don’t get it do you?” she jumped down, watching him for any sudden movement. “I don’t want to go back to your little Freedom House get together. And I’m tired of hearing how you just want to help me. That’s your problem! You and Sonic and the rest - always helping others and never yourselves. I don’t know how anyone can stand your sanctimonious bullshit.”
Tails’ ears drooped, a distraught expression on his face.
Fiona chose that moment to attack. She’d knocked him out before with a sucker punch, and while she had no expectation that it would be so easy a second time, she was sure she’d be able to handle him. Her kick snapped out to take his jaw off, but before it could connect it met a wall of light orange – one of his tails – and bounced right off. She tried again as her feet touched the ground, aiming a punch around the tail to hit him in the face. But, too fast, the tail moved, knocking her blow aside.
Tails’ question was punctuated by the far less verbal back and forth going on around them, as Sonic and Scourge rolled along the ground, trading blows. Their fight, like all those going on at the moment, was a personal matter. The former Anti-Sonic and Mobius’ native son had never been on cordial terms, and things between them were finally coming to a head. Elsewhere, Knuckles battled the mad Doctor Finitavius.
“How could you betray us?”
Fiona’s eyes moved back and forth, searching through shaded corners and piles of machinery and broken robots. Finitavius’ lab was a junkyard from another time, strewn with the industrial relics of some too-human era. Everything was too large in scale for her liking, and it reminded her of when she had been captured, all those years ago. He was hiding somewhere nearby; her ears moved, trying to pinpoint his location.
“Easily,” she purred, making her way past the silent frame of a lathing machine. “Working with you boys had seemed like a fun way to spend my time at first, but each of you became more unbearable by the day.”
“How can you say that? We helped you, housed you, we...” his voice trailed off, but that was alright. She had a good idea of where he was.
With grin, she jumped, bouncing off an old robotic arm, and landing a flying kick on a body hiding in the shadows. She felt her foot connect with something solid, but it didn’t feel quite like flesh and bone. Alighting back on the old arm, she saw Tails fall back and land, feet first, on the ground, unhurt.
“Fiona, please…!” he pleaded. “Whatever Scourge has on you, we can help!”
“You don’t get it do you?” she jumped down, watching him for any sudden movement. “I don’t want to go back to your little Freedom House get together. And I’m tired of hearing how you just want to help me. That’s your problem! You and Sonic and the rest - always helping others and never yourselves. I don’t know how anyone can stand your sanctimonious bullshit.”
Tails’ ears drooped, a distraught expression on his face.
Fiona chose that moment to attack. She’d knocked him out before with a sucker punch, and while she had no expectation that it would be so easy a second time, she was sure she’d be able to handle him. Her kick snapped out to take his jaw off, but before it could connect it met a wall of light orange – one of his tails – and bounced right off. She tried again as her feet touched the ground, aiming a punch around the tail to hit him in the face. But, too fast, the tail moved, knocking her blow aside.
