Cracking heads! Knuckles vs Skull Kid!
Who!?: Skull Kid and Knuckles and anyone who wants to cheer either of them along!
What!?: It's a SPAR
What!?: Skull kid messes with Knuckles psyche. And some fisticuffs.
Where!?: The Arena
When!?: Friday morning
Rating!?: I'm gonna call PG on this one.
Knuckles entered the Arena confidently. He'd been looking forward to this since he'd signed up for it and he'd woken up very early to train. He loved these organised spars because he got to match up against people he normally never would.
To be honest he was a touch dubious... Skull Kid didn't strike him as exactly... well... not to sound mean or anything but he didn't picture Skull Kid as the fighting type. The guy often looked away with the fairies in class, seemed to doodle a lot, and seemed to be almost as concerned with the welfare of frogs as Knuckles himself was. None of which were bad traits but Knuckles had never seen the guy throw so much as a punch so he had to wonder what kind of skills he was going to bring to the ring.
The Echidna took a sip of water before stowing it in his sports bag and hurling it into an unoccupied area of the stands. Pressing his hands together in just such a way as to make his namesake crackle and pop, he awaited his oponent.
What!?: It's a SPAR
What!?: Skull kid messes with Knuckles psyche. And some fisticuffs.
Where!?: The Arena
When!?: Friday morning
Rating!?: I'm gonna call PG on this one.
Knuckles entered the Arena confidently. He'd been looking forward to this since he'd signed up for it and he'd woken up very early to train. He loved these organised spars because he got to match up against people he normally never would.
To be honest he was a touch dubious... Skull Kid didn't strike him as exactly... well... not to sound mean or anything but he didn't picture Skull Kid as the fighting type. The guy often looked away with the fairies in class, seemed to doodle a lot, and seemed to be almost as concerned with the welfare of frogs as Knuckles himself was. None of which were bad traits but Knuckles had never seen the guy throw so much as a punch so he had to wonder what kind of skills he was going to bring to the ring.
The Echidna took a sip of water before stowing it in his sports bag and hurling it into an unoccupied area of the stands. Pressing his hands together in just such a way as to make his namesake crackle and pop, he awaited his oponent.