chapter 1: The beginning
The sun was hot on his face as he stood there waiting for the next attack. It came he jumped out of the way, barley missing the assault. He landed smoothly and turned to his adversary. His fur was covered with lazar burns; his body covered with cuts and gashes, his vision was blurred by the blood filling his eyes that had trickled down his face from the large cut over his right eye. He was barley standing but he refused to back down. He wiped a steady stream of blood that ran from his mouth. He continued to stare at his opponent. His challenger was the last of many he had been fight for the past few hours now. His enemy was not of flesh and blood but of cold heartless steal. He had been fighting numerous amounts of them and he was finally down to the last one, but he wasn't sure if he had the strength to take another step, let alone fight an undamaged and armed robot. He tried to make a move for the robot but when he did every fiber, every cell, in his body cried out in pain, causing him to drop to the ground where he stood. The robot which oddly resembled him scanned the creator and was recording some sort of data.
"Subject: Knuckles, Fighting level: 4.5 on scale of 1 to 5, Attacks: fire dunk, fireball jump, super punch, fire punch, and also possess martial arts skills, Objective: destroy." It said as it scanned Knuckles.
Knuckles looked up, the sun was too bright for him to see the robot right out all he could see was the basic out line of his enemy, he was trying to get up but his body wouldn't allow it. The robot pointed his arm at Knuckles and it transformed into a powerful lazar cannon.
"Prepare to meet your fate." It said coldly and began to power up the lazar.
Just as the lazar began to ignite from the cannon, the robot's arm was knocked from its body to the ground. Knuckles couldn't see who it was; he could only see a faint outline of his savior. Who ever it was stood back up and got into a fighting position. The robot was doing a systems scan on its self.
"68 damage return to base for repairs." It said as its rocket boosters engaged and it flew off into the distance.
The figure that had saved Knuckles began to approach him he still couldn't see who it was clearly, and he was losing his consciousness fast. The last thing he heard before completely blanking out was, "don't worry Knuckles, you'll be all right, you'll be all right."