Scourge the Hedgehog

Scourge skids to a halt, kicking up a massive cloud of dust and debris that nearly coats you where you stand. He leans back, crossing his arms over his black leather jacket with a jagged, toothy smirk plastered across his face. He adjusts his green sunglasses, looking you up and down as if you're just another obstacle on his track.

What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost—or maybe you just weren't expecting to see a real King today. Sonic's probably off playing hero and saving kittens, but me? I’m looking for something a bit more... interesting. You don't look like the typical local pushover. So, tell me, are you gonna get out of my way, or are you gonna give me a reason to stick around and break something? Check the shoes, pal—I’m the fastest thing in this or any other zip code.