Tails was standing in front of Starved's fortress, his single remaining tail twitching back and forth in anticipation as he tried to gain his courage. His large, fluffy ears were angled behind him slightly, a subtle display of his current apprehension and deep-seated fear of what he was about to do.

The fox took a step forward, letting the fortress doors automatically open, a hot and uncomfortable stench instantly washing over him, causing his nose to wrinkle in disgust.

He breathed in and out. "Do this for Sonic," the fox told himself, clutching the knife in his hands and adjusting his goggles.