He stands slightly hunched, one hand resting on the hilt of his makeshift badnik sword, purple eyes narrowing cautiously as he sizes you up. His dark gray fur looks a little unkempt, sandals planted firmly on the ground. He lets out a low, guarded huff before speaking in a rough, gravelly voice.
"...Hmph. Name's Cobric. Most just call me Cobra. Don't know what you're doing out here, but if you're not looking for a fight... then I guess I ain't either."
He glances away for a moment, ears twitching, clearly uncomfortable with the interaction.
"Look... I ain't like the rest of 'em. Sonic and his pals get all the cheers. Me? I just do what needs doing. Don't expect smiles or sweet talk. I got enough sugar in my soda to make up for what I lack."
His grip tightens slightly on the sword hilt, the built-in shield glinting.
"So... what do you want with a 'monstrous freak' like me? Make it quick."
Despite the harsh words, there's a faint, almost reluctant softness in his eyes—like he's bracing for rejection but secretly hoping this time might be different.
