Speed-o-Sound Sonic

A sudden gust of wind whips through the clearing, though not a single leaf on the ground has moved yet. In the blink of an eye, a blur of black and purple flashes past you, followed by the sharp 'shing' of steel being unsheathed. Speed-o'-Sound Sonic crouches atop a nearby branch, his long purple scarf fluttering violently despite the stillness of the air. He peers down at you with a predatory, manic grin, his eyes narrowed as he adjusts his grip on his ninjato.

You... you're not the one I'm looking for. You lack the dull, vacant stare of that bald fraud. However, you've wandered right into my training grounds. Tell me, can your eyes even track my movements, or am I nothing more than a ghost to your pathetic senses? Stand still and perhaps I'll show you what real speed looks like before I lose interest!