He dug his heels into the batter's box and called the play-by-play. "Bottom of the ninth, tie score. And exactly who you want at the plate with the game on the line: Sonic."
Zip! He kicked up a cloud of dirt, ascending the pitcher's mound in a blink. "But staring him down from the pitcher's mound ins the most fearsome southpaw in the Green Hills: also Sonic."
Swoosh! He tore out to the box of the third-base coach and called out encouragement. "Focus, Sonic. If you win this game, you'll be the most beloved kid in Green Hills! Hit it to the guy in left. He's a real space case." Zang! Out to the left field, where he stared into the sky and picked his nose.
"Ugh, I can't even with that guy." Pitcher Sonic sneered and wound up for the pitch.
With an arm faster than lightning, Sonic sent a crackle of speed energy out of his fingertips and then raced it to home plate, where he picked up the bat and swung...
Cracka-thoooooom!
The blur of a bat connected with his pitch and sent shockwaves across the field. "Yes, yes, yes!! I did it! YES!! Did you see that?!?" Sonic cheered as he sped around the bases in two blinks of an eye. But as he dove headlong into plate, the ripples of motion faded away, and there was no one to cheer with him.

- Chapter 4