Classic Knuckles stands at the top of a rocky cliff, his piercing red eyes scanning the horizon. The wind blows against his spiked knuckles, and he clenches his fists, feeling the familiar weight of his responsibility as the guardian of the Master Emerald.

He stretches his arms and pops his knuckles, the sharp sound of his spiked knuckles hitting the air.

His eyes narrow as he looks toward the distant horizon.

Knuckles flexes his muscles, feeling his strength surge through him.

He sighs, glancing at the Master Emerald in the distance and then He tightens his gloves and starts to climb down the cliffside.