Shadow the Hedgehog

Shadow helped him onto the ladder and went behind him, ready to grab him if he fell. They were going slower than expected as Glen was only using one leg, but at that pace they would still make it out around dawn. When they eventually made it to the ground floor, Shadow let them rest for a few minutes after the long climb as they planned their next move. "Ok, we'll get to the others and see if we can lend a hand. I'll need to deactivate the Ark's security systems so when they try to mount the syphon they aren't torn to shreds by the turrets."

For what it's worth I enjoyed the OVA. I'm not against the anime style, I just prefer CG because it looks better in my opinion and seems to fit video game adaptations rather well. Speaking of dubbing, getting the right voices for each character would be problematic. The fanbase is notoriously divided over the voice cast after all.

"Oh great. Things just keep getting better. If your arms still work, hang on to me and try not to squirm too much. I've come too far to plummet to my death now."

I'd be looking forward to it proviided it were CGI a la Resident Evil Darnation, and had a more mature feel to it. I must admit after seeing how well a CGI movie can work, an anime would turn me off from it, especially as it'd mean it's probably dubbed and thus out of sync.

"Don't worry about that. We have our ways, eh Crowley?" Shadow helped the guard up and began to lead them up the maintenance shaft. "It's a long climb to the ground floor, but it should be safe. As soon as we're clear of the compound we can either teleport to the others, or go back to Haven."

Darn. Worf is a pretty good DJ.

"I'm sure we can sort something out. We can cross that bridge when we're out of here." Shadow extended his hand to the guard. "You have a name?"

"Nope. Nowhere safe around here til dawn. And even then I can't imagine your superiors just letting you walk out of here."

The time has come. (Apologies for the large picture).

"I never directly killed anyone here. The werehogs, well let's just say they didn't have such restraint. From the looks of it most of the guards will live. The hogs battered them but because of the constant firefights they never had a chance to feed or get their claws out, most of the injuries look like blunt force trauma. It seems some of the last guys, however, weren't so lucky. How's he doing?", he asked as he pointed at the guard.

*Very well. Keep an ear out for trouble. I'll be quick.* Crowley ran down the corridor and came across Shadow, who promptly shouted "Shoot it!". Crowley then picked up the dart gun and shot the werehog, which collapsed on top of Shadow. "Get off me you freak" he said as he pushed it off, panting. "Thanks for the save Crowley. Where's Red?" *She's tending to a guard. Turns out they didn't even know what was going on here.* "Ah hell what have I done? ", he replied as he got up and collected his gear, looking at the bodies of guards strewn across the room. *You didn't know that Shadow, and besides, it had to be done or the whole world would have been doomed.* Crowley then lead Shadow back to Red.

*If you insist. I'm sure he just dropped it or something. But I'll come with you seeing as you're going.* Meanwhile, Shadow was pinned to the ground by the werehog, desperately trying to reach either of his guns with one hand while keeping the werehog's jaws at bay with the other.

You're all wrong. There can be only one!

Shadow found the first werehog rather easily. It was standing over a dead legionnaire, preparing to tuck in. Carefully getting as close as possible, Shadow pulled out his dart gun and shot it in the back. It immediately turned round to swipe him, but staggered and fell down unconscious. "1 more to go, and 6 shots to do it with. Piece of cake." Suddenly the final werehog smashed through the wall and into Shadow. He had fallen for its trap.

Crowley smiled. *I fear it won't be easy. But I promise you I'll try.*

* I honestly can't remember myself. It was so long ago. And I think you're right. As soon as we're done with this, we'll finally have a chance to live our lives how we want. Or at least, you will. I'm afraid I'm ill suited to anything but being an assassin.* Shadow decided to throw caution to the wind and opened up on the pack. He took out 2 but the others scattered. It seemed his gamble had paid off, but a quick magazine check revealed he only had 6 shots left. Not only would he have to hunt down the remaining werehogs, he'd also have to be 100% accurate.

Shadow ran over to the unconscious legionnaire and picked up the wrench. He then steadied his rifle on a crate and threw the wrench at the opposite wall. A werehog rushed over and was promptly shot down. Shadow then moved into a nearby airduct to avoid the pack, his plan being to pick them off one at a time, and then get out of sight. He counted 4 werehogs. "This shouldn't take long", he thought.

*You may look harmless my dear, but therein lies the beauty of it. That unexpected edge made you one of the best. It seems your looks even made Shadow forget you were an assassin once.*

Shadow spotted a pack of werehogs coming towards them. He lead the others to a maintenance shaft and opened the door. "Red, climb up there. Crowley, go with her and keep her safe. I'm gonna deal with these. Don't worry, I'll be fine". When they were in he shut the door and carefully proceeded back down the corridor. "Ok Shadow, use your head and you'll be fine." he muttered to himself.

"Well I just had a wrench thrown at me. The DEL are fighting a losing battle, every time they set up a defensive position, the werehogs overrun them. Pretty soon it'll just be us and the 'hogs. We've cut the power, so there's no movement between levels except through maintenance shafts. As long as there isn't any localised backup power, they csn't spread the Gaia energy from here."

Shadow felt something fly just above his head. A Legionnaire had thrown a wrench at a werehog and missed. He quickly returned it to its rightful owner with a loud thump. "How much longer is this syphon gonna take? It's getting pretty hectic down here."

I think I speak for us all when I say, what?

What the? Since when did Sonic become the T-1000?

Well this certainly is a PR nightmare.

Haha! My dislike of cats means I am not distracted and can steal your victory.