[If you think you know this character... this particular version is from an old, obscure and long out-of-print British comic, and has a completely different background and personality to any current versions of him. So please, don't be surprised if he doesn't seem at all like the character you know!
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1. The Land of Wind?
One minute, Espio had been on some errand in the city. The next, in a withered forest close to an unknown mountain, wind so strong it nearly sweeps him straight off his feet and into the air. It's strong enough it's hard to even keep his eyes open, and he tries to shield himself by raising his arm as he struggles to take a few steps forward.
The obvious question of what just happened has to wait. He needs to get out of this wind first! But it's hard to walk, or even see where he is going... still, he thinks he sees someone, though why anyone would be out in this weather is beyond him.
"Hey! Hey!" he calls out, hoping that it's indeed someone and he's not trying to call over a dead tree. He needs help! Preferably help that's not going to also get blown away.
2. Little ????...
What these flying things are, Espio neither knows nor particularly cares. What he does care about is the fact the things have decided that the buckles he has around his socks are fascinatingly shiny, leading to more than one of them attempting to pull them off his ankles. The most recent one has been particularly determined, to the point Espio - despite the fact the little monster hasn't actively been trying to hurt him - has resorted to grabbing the beast and throwing it as far as it can.
This clearly did not impress the creature, for it responded to being grabbed with a great deal of squawking, flapping of wings, and digging talons deep into the lizard's arm, but once Espio had managed to throw it away from himself, it settled on glaring threateningly at him, positioned as if to pounce.
Feeling the cuts to his arm sting, Espio reaches down to unfasten the buckled strap and tosses it in the creature's general direction. Seeing the sparkling buckle the little beast pounces upon it, and immediately starts chomping on the metal, seemingly placated for the moment.
"There! Happy?" Espio asks it, then turns his attention to the injury. The cuts are quite deep, jagged things that sting like nothing else, but he supposes that it was just retaliating more than fighting. "Geez... all that over a buckle..."
Espio the Chameleon | Sonic the Comic
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1. The Land of Wind?
One minute, Espio had been on some errand in the city. The next, in a withered forest close to an unknown mountain, wind so strong it nearly sweeps him straight off his feet and into the air. It's strong enough it's hard to even keep his eyes open, and he tries to shield himself by raising his arm as he struggles to take a few steps forward.
The obvious question of what just happened has to wait. He needs to get out of this wind first! But it's hard to walk, or even see where he is going... still, he thinks he sees someone, though why anyone would be out in this weather is beyond him.
"Hey! Hey!" he calls out, hoping that it's indeed someone and he's not trying to call over a dead tree. He needs help! Preferably help that's not going to also get blown away.
2. Little ????...
What these flying things are, Espio neither knows nor particularly cares. What he does care about is the fact the things have decided that the buckles he has around his socks are fascinatingly shiny, leading to more than one of them attempting to pull them off his ankles. The most recent one has been particularly determined, to the point Espio - despite the fact the little monster hasn't actively been trying to hurt him - has resorted to grabbing the beast and throwing it as far as it can.
This clearly did not impress the creature, for it responded to being grabbed with a great deal of squawking, flapping of wings, and digging talons deep into the lizard's arm, but once Espio had managed to throw it away from himself, it settled on glaring threateningly at him, positioned as if to pounce.
Feeling the cuts to his arm sting, Espio reaches down to unfasten the buckled strap and tosses it in the creature's general direction. Seeing the sparkling buckle the little beast pounces upon it, and immediately starts chomping on the metal, seemingly placated for the moment.
"There! Happy?" Espio asks it, then turns his attention to the injury. The cuts are quite deep, jagged things that sting like nothing else, but he supposes that it was just retaliating more than fighting. "Geez... all that over a buckle..."