An audible snort, but he doesn't turn to face the hedgehog. Fists just keep striking at thin air.
"Training, what's it look like?"
He’s doing push-ups with one hand, and a huge boulder sitting on his back.
Stretching his limbs, punching the air a few times. Gotta stay active, you never know when some troublemaker’s gonna try and start something.
“…Huh. The wind’s shifted.”
Deep breaths in. Don’t give in to anger. Don’t let that annoying screeching piss you off.
How are all these people getting up to the island…
The mere mention of spirits and the like sent a shiver up the Echidna's spine. Even so, he'd dispel that fear with a shake of his head.
"Don't be stupid. We both know there's no ghosts up here."
Still not looking back at Sonic, he'd head over to a sizable boulder and crouch for proper lifting form
Knuckles is busy paying respects to those that had come before him, as he does every holiday like this.
Arms crossed, eyes shut, enjoying the crisp morning air atop the island.
It's the simple things in life that can't be beat.