The wall burst open with extreme force. It was impressive to see that a single stray blast was tough enough to crack through solid steel. This steel-tearing shot, however, was as cold as ice. It didn't melt through the wall as opposed to splitting it at the seams with its tremendous girth.

The launcher of this frenzied discharge was none other than Sonic Fighting Academy's star pupil, Coldsteel The Hedgeheg. He smiled in a rather menacing way as he watched the blast disappear into the distance several cities away. His hand was positively smoking from the chaotic ice scorching his palm with the extreme negative temperatures. He was in the gymnasium with a large group of academy members watching in awe and horror. He turned around and smirked at his audience. They all knew if they messed with him, they would end up in even worse shape than the once fortified walls of the gym.

"He is indeed the strongest one of us all… maybe even combined," said one of the instructors.

"But he's too strong… It's almost like he enjoys that immense power a little too much…" said another.

One of the students mustered up the courage to approach Coldsteel. He was cautious in doing so, but was not going to back away from his strong-willed intentions. "Look, Coldsteel. You've made your point," said the student. "Nothing personal, but you're totally wiggin' out our steez."

Coldsteel said nothing. He just stared down the student who was now standing about three meters before him. A cool wind blew in from the hole in the wall and gently rattled the piercings dangling from Coldsteel's head spikes. Coldsteel smirked and flicked some mucus off from the bottom of his nose with his thumb (it was bothering him just like this kid).

"Coldsteel, we love you for who you are! Don't do this!" called Coldsteel's parents who were also teachers at the academy, but didn't spend enough time with their son because they were workaholics.

"If the time comes, we may have to call in Sonic himself," said the principle to his aide bracing himself as he clenched his cane ever so tightly. "Coldsteel looks up to him. He may be our last shot in reviving his spirits toward justice."

"Coldsteel, you are not a bad guy," called the student again to Coldsteel. "Belay this nonsense and let's just go to lunch!"

The piercings jingled in the wind again.

Suddenly a flash of bright violet shot forth from the young Hedgeheg and his entire embodiment seemingly teleported right in front of the students face.

"Omae wa mou shindeiru…" said Coldsteel darkly.

"NANI!?" cried the student.

But it was too late. Coldsteel quickly chopped the student with a fatal slash and he blew up into a puff of smoke. The explosion was terrifying and everyone screamed as they saw Coldsteel slowly crane his neck away from his kill and direct his keen red eyes toward them.

"I can't believe it!" cried a student. "He just killed Khaoskid!"

"I guess that's what you get for dissing the dude's piercings!" said another.

"Actually… I killed him for another reason…" whispered Coldsteel in an audible way to his audience. "I did it because I hate Pokemon scammers…" Everyone gasped. Coldsteel smirked again and stared down at the chaos he had brought forth. "But hey! I'll just brush it off the same way a Pokemon scammer would…" He thumbed his nose again and cracked his neck. "Psssh… nothin personnel… kid…"

"That's it. We're calling him in," said the principle. "Wanda, get Sonic on the phone…"

"Not so fast, Coldsteel…" said a voice from the crowd. A short green figure emerged from behind two buffer students. He wore no articles of clothing whatsoever other than buckled gloves, but his style was beyond what was considered fleek. In fact, he looked like he was worth well over 1,000,000 pounds. The figure measured about the same height as Coldsteel, maybe shorter. He had a single dreadlock running down each side of his head. His nose was long and pointed as was his slightly crooked tail. To top off his appearance, the chap sported impressively sparkly feet that shone so brightly they looked like overstuffed sea urchins.

"Who's this noodle?" grinned Coldsteel as he shrugged in distaste for the challengers' appearance.

"My name is Rankles the Otter, loyal sidekick of rebellion leader Knuckles the Echidna." He bravely marched up to Coldsteel and stared him in the eye with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns. "The type of behaviour you have recently been exhibiting has been most appalling. You should be ashamed of yourself!" He let loose a punch straight to Coldsteel's bottom jaw.

Coldsteel absorbed the punch as expected, taking it in full force, but not without damage. He tilted his head back to face the one who dared to challenge him. He smiled evilly as a squirt of blood dripped from the right side of his mouth. "Nice job… that one actually stung a bit… kid…" Coldsteel retaliated with a swift knee to Rankles's gut. Rankles did not have time to react and ended up being launched halfway across the room. He was immediately intercepted by his foe before he landed though, leading to a follow-up that slammed him through the ceiling.

"Psssh… nothin personnel… kid…" Grimaced Coldsteel as he awaited Rankles's plummet to the floor. The young otter never arrived, however, which confused Coldsteel immensely. It bothered him in an insatiable way. He growled and bounded through the ceiling himself. He would search the roof for any signs of the fool's body.

The crowd within the gymnasium gasped again. The principle sighed deeply and beckoned toward the door. "We need to get out of here while we still can," he said. "I shall lead the way to the security bunker. Coldsteel's powers are off the Rouge."

"We can't just abandon him!" cried Coldsteel's mother.

"It will only make matters worse if we continue to ignore the real deal," announced Coldsteel's father.

"I understand your concern, but the current situation is much too dangerous for anyone to attempt reasoning with," said the principle. "I implore you to let that young otter handle this. He's the last hope we have before Sonic can arrive."

With that, the whole crowd exited the gymnasium and made their way to safety. One member did stay behind though, Archbishop Shadow from the Blade Corps. He stared up at the hole in the ceiling and watched as debris tinkled down bit by bit. He displayed a smug grin before turning his back on the scene and regrouped with the others.