User blog comment:Wh!te$tar/ Training Grounds part 1: Writing/@comment-209421-20121013104455

The hand entered cleanly, the energy generated around the Lightning Blade piercing his chest like a knife through butter. The gold-armored echidna seemed pierced himself on the knife grasped in the hedgehog's hand, but as he stepped back, the steel blade dropped from under the assailant's arm. With a gut-wrenching squelch, the echidna withdrew his hand. As the platinum blonde hedgehog fell, the knives in his multitude of pouches sliding out with a rhythmic tinkling, he found himself smiling wistfully. The fact that his heart was slowing had no true effect. He'd done his best, but that Moebian was well beyond his calibre. Beyond that of almost everyone there. He felt his heart flutter, and saw the gray-white magician race to his side, coppery magic fluttering between his hands. The blonde opened his mouth to protest, to argue that he didn't need to survive, that their mission came first, but there was no need. As the gold-armored Moebian broke away from the unconscious cyborg he had bested in a combat of blasts, he slammed his arm into the back of the healer's head, a blow that instantly caused consciousness to leave him.

The blonde watched, his life fading, as the strongest in their team leapt into the fray. Unarmoured, with a physique identical to the Moebian he faced, the echidna gave it his best, and indeed, the two were perfectly matched. The blonde's smile remained, although he knew who had killed him. His sister loved that man, the Mobian whose counterpart had slain him. The air was thick with the metallic, grating scent of blood, his blood foremost amongst it. The humid air left a haze, and then, as his life ebbed, he saw the fox, the last team member, grasp the white Chaos Emerald that the echidna coveted, and fitted it to his gun. With a faint smile, the hedgehog relaxed, accepting death.