The Courier looked to Specter, as his mouth wasn't moving an inch, yet his voice still rung inside The Courier's head. The Courier smirked underneath his helmet. It seems this Specter is confident that he'll win, so much so that he would actually reveal his power even before the battle started. Having already swapped some weapons and chems around, the Courier went to exam Specter.
[Intelligence 4] The Courier figured it must be telepathy, some kind of similiar mind powers like the Forecaster Kid back at the 188 Trading Post. It wasn't exactly foreseeing the future, but it must still be some kind of power linked with Specter's mind.
[Perception 4, Intelligence 8] The chair he was sitting on didn't seem like it had anything special about it, but that peculiar headwear seemed interesting. It probably had a link with that telepathy of Specter's, possibly linking to Telekinesis via enhanced control, or another type of mental ability. It seems this battle will be more difficult than even Sly's.
[Intelligence 6] That confident attitude, it told the Courier everything he needed to know. Specter appeared to be thinking little of him. He must think this would be over quickly. The Courier figured that Specter would most likely put too much focus on taking him out, and the Courier would be able to distract him as soon as the opportunity for it rose.
Finishing his brief examination, The Courier simply nodded and turned heel, walking toward the gateway, stepping through. As he reached the familiar arena, the automated voice asked him to give a location again. This time, the Courier would pick something more serious.
[ Sierra Madre, at the Gates ]
The Area started to morph into a much darker setting, with a creepy ambient feeling. It shifted into a type of broken-down resort, a large gate serving as the entrance and exit to it, with a large fountain with a female hologram hovering at the top of it. Behind the hologram was another gate, leading to a large building. To the far left and right sides, there were gatherings of eerie red clouds, some creepy, round green lights peering out of it. The Courier stood by, awaiting Specter's arrival before starting.
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Sturm snapped his fingers loudly at Eggman's sentence, bellowing out not .1 second after the doctor finished talking. " Quit wasting your breath on talk, fool! Relish what oxygen you've yet are able to breathe, because your lungs will be soon filled with lead! " Sturm snapped back like a true evil dictator before turning around and stomping on through the gateway.
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