Sonic X Knuckles Novels & Stories

She lands low to the ground with her right hand out behind her summoning recreation to her hand then waits to see the aftermath) Xanne: Okay, karma knocking literally. (Taking the time to calmly stand up and dust himself off, he quickly realizes his hand is broken with his middle finger being shifted.) Mmm. That's new. So she can do more damage when I deserve it. Scary. (Realizing he is in combat he goes to stomp down on her as she throws a kick simultaneously landing her foot under his ankle)

Knuckles slurred, casting doubt on my claim. Now he’d gone and done it, stirring my anger like a volcano of fury. I threw him across the room, obliterating several tables and knocking down a cluster of guys like they were bowling skittles. My eyes glazed over with hellfire, and the only sound I could hear was the thundering clap of my heartbeat, cheering me on. “Kian!” A shrill voice came as a slap to the face, and I blinked, swallowing hard. Tiny hands pressed against my chest, holding me back. Gentle hands — as frail as flower stems, but as powerful as a blockade.