Gah, you can't know what's going to happen if I don't. So nyah
N0, I'm guessing Knuckles is a hedgehog been a long long long long long long time. *feels n00bish and embarrassed*
So correct me if I'm wrong. Yer in.

Tiger watched warily from his hiding place in the rocks. His broadsword was strapped across his back, carefully adjusted to compensate for his quickly healing injury. Once again he thanked heaven that it was Radium who had gotten him, and for the fact that he'd been freed from the Kiyrenin. In fact, he thanked Radium for almost killing him, too.
The Kiyrenin who scrambled nervously across the rocks below was unfamiliar to him, in both name and species. Tiger wasn't even sure he - it? she? - was Kiyrenin, but he was taking no chances.
An orange hedgehog was moving quickly across the boulders, alert and ready. He appeared to be unarmed, but looks could be decieving, as Tiger well knew. His quills didn't seem to have their tips, but again Tiger was taking no chances. Dressed in black pants, a T-shirt and with what looked to be a cloak, the creature didn't look that imposing.
Which meant he probably was.
Tiger rose smoothly from his crouch, drawing his sword. The harsh scrape made the stranger look up at Tiger, but he didn't react in violence as Tiger had feared. Rather, he simply tensed and stayed still. Once again Tiger mentally cursed the heavy broadsword, the weight of which slowed him down drastically. If he could just get a lighter blade! - but no, this was what he had. He had to make do.
Leaping quickly down from the boulder, he moved towards the figure. His silver and black striped fur made a sort of camoflage against the grey rocks, but he wasn't fooled into thinking that that gave him some sort of protection.
Careful.
"Sheya, stranger," he said cautiously. "What do you want here?"
"Well now, I don't know you and you don't know me," the stranger replied just as warily. "Why would I tell you that?"
"Watch out," he warned. "Bad business here."
"I can see that," the reply came, and indeed the signs of battle were clear in the still-bloodstained rocks, and torn up ground. "What happened?"
"An ambush," Tiger said shortly. Up close he could see the finer details. The newcomer did indeed have tipped quills, but they were transparent. He wore fingerless gloves, and had a cross on a necklace around his neck. Tiger smiled without humor.
"So it seems," came the slow reply. "So it seems. Who are you? Are there no other survivors?"
"The survivors are already gone, as are the dead," Tiger informed him. "I am Tiger Reibeck."
"Only one left, huh. I'm named Nobody. No cruel jokes now."
"All right, if you say so. Best keep going, friend. Any behind you?"
"Setting an ambush yourself, huh? No, and I've passed nobody."
"Good thing I promised no jokes," Tiger said with a grin. Nobody groaned.
"Okay, I get the point. Call me N0 if it makes it easier."
"Thanks. Er, is it wise to go unarmed in country like this? No offense."
"No offense," N0 agreed. "You're a warrior, just like me. I'm not unarmed, but I prefer to be underestimated. You know how it goes."
"I do," Tiger said. "So where are you headed?"
And that was how Tiger met Nobody.