The push off had Sonic floating backwards, a sudden stop in the air instead of letting himself just careen off, a slight smirk on his face as he engaged the other in the momentary stare down. And it only grew as he took note of the others reactions, emotions, anger. Wiping at his nose, he'd listen+
The only tell to any of the hulking machine’s silent movements hinging on his weathered waistcape, the Blue Devil begins his assault with a falling spinball axe kick above Sonic’s head! Regardless of success, arcing lighting hurtled at the organic is the threat to follow.