Knuckles was so blinded by his rage that he didn't even care about dodging. He wasn't even able to see the spell coming until it was too late and the shock raced through him, knocking the wind out of the echidna until he was flat on his back, eyes staring and gasping for breath. He was barely able to hear or see anything until a few minutes later, and when he came back to his senses and managed to sit up, there was only the destruction.

He pounded a fist futilely into the ground, his eyes shutting tightly and a wordless snarl of helpless rage escaping him. Damn it. Damn it! All these people! He shook it off, however, and rose to help the survivors, refusing to spare so much as another thought towards what had just happened for the moment.

One thing was for sure, however; that crazy bastard was going to pay for this.