The hedgehog was at a hillside, tossing a green chaos emerald in the air, and catching it with practiced ease. Was he waiting for someone, or hunting someone down? He was alone, as was the usual. He wasn't one for usually....socializing with those of earth, nor Sonic and his friends unless he had to. And he wasn't someone you'd want to cross, or get in the way of. He wasn't the ultimate lifeform for no reason. He was powerful, and knew well how to use firearms. Escape from him wasn't likely if you were his target. Then again, he could be a man on a mission and just pass by without sparing a glance. If he needed help, he'd surely say something. Maybe. If he had a target, he'd get em. If he had none, how lucky for...everyone, honestly.

Then again, there were the times he just preferred to be alone. Even he could respect a quiet night like this, as the sun set, and the stars started to peek out, welcoming the night. It was the kind of night you could think with a clear head, just sit back and enjoy the nice breeze. Is he worried about danger? No. Very little can take him down. Like hell he'd let himself be beaten. A quiet night like this was...welcome. perhaps he can get whatever has to be done, well, done tonight. It'd be faster now than waiting until the morning. Then again, sleeps important too. And in terms of getting help, if he ever did need it, there were only a select few he'd bother going to for that assistance. Begrudgingly with some, maybe less so than others. But he doesn't exactly like having to need help.