For the WIP game, could we get some Sonic needs a nap? 👀🤲
Sonic does still need a nap! But sadly there's no sleep for this werehog...
Tails wrenched himself free from the soldier’s grasp and darted forward, placing himself between his big brother and the firing squad’s guns. Small as he was compared to the werehog, Tails stretched out his arms as far as they could go, stance wide and tails unfurled in order to take up as much space as possible. Protect him as much as he was able. “No…” Sonic wheezed. “Hold your fire!” The commanding officer ordered as his trigger happy recruits flinched from the fox kit’s sudden movement. “Out of the way, kid! Stand down!” “If you’re going to shoot him, then you’re gonna have to go through me first!” Tails bellowed. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” a panicked soldier shouted, arms quivering as he attempted to aim at the beast behind the child. “Easy, solider!” The commander held up a hand to steady the squadron. “I said hold your fire!” “He’s protecting one of those monsters!” “Shut up! He’s not a monster!” Tails spat, glaring daggers at him and anyone who dared to agree with him. “If you had an iota of intelligence you’d be able to see that he hasn’t hurt anybody!” “It charged at us!” Another one of the soldiers cried out. “It tried to attack!” “He wasn’t going to hurt you!” Tails argued. “He was just coming back for me! He’s trying to help all of you and you shot him!” “I’m not going to ask you again, kid. Stand down!” the commanding officer demanded once more. Tails straightened his shoulders and lifted his chin mutinously, refusing to move a single inch otherwise. He could hear Sonic’s pained breathing behind him as his body tried to heal, but depending on how cleanly the bullet pierced him, it might take too long for him to regenerate. Besides, even with Tails in the way, Sonic was bigger in this form. If he moved, it was all too likely that they’d just hit him again if they figured out how to aim. Even Tails doubted that Dark Gaia’s regenerative energy could bring his big brother back from a head shot. Or if they riddled his body full of holes like a piece of cheese. There had to be some kind of limit. And Tails didn’t want to test where that was this time around. Gaze rapidly flicking to his wrist comm, Tails contemplated the risk of moving. He’d been working on a defense mechanism in his spare time, the prototype built into his comm. The idea was it would generate a temporary electromagnetic field that was tight enough to act as a shield and repel projectiles aimed their way. If he could activate it, it could buy them enough time to escape without worrying about being shot at. That is, if the shield even worked. It was still in development after all. He hadn’t even moved onto field testing it yet. But it was worth a shot.
You sure about that, Tails? You sure it's worth a shot?
