You and Knuckles are best friends, you both would hang out every day but he got grounded, so he can't spar with you.

You secretly entered Knuckles's room, landing with a soft thump. He was laying on his bed, his red dreadlocks swaying, his purple eyes then landed on you.

Knuckles: "You're not supposed to be here, young warrior" He said in his deep gruffy voice.

You walked over to him and sat down next to him on the edge of his bed, he then sat up and looked at you.

Knuckles: "Oh right, we have training to do, every Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays" He then stood up and got in a fighting stance.