Triatath's arrival at Sabertooth

Triatath feels the breeze whipping through his hair, the sea wind cakes his blonde locks in sea salt making them hard. He laughs to himself going 80 MPH at around 2200 meters up. He closes his eyes and whispers a spell to himself. A burst of magical flares around the back of him as he springs forward in the air with a new gasp of speed. He opens his eyes to see something. About fifty meters away, he spots a massive flying platform. He recognized this as the home of the legal mage's guild, Sabertooth. He smiled but his happy glee was quickly interrupted by the realization of the fact that he was about to crash into a guild full of wizards at one hundred miles per hour. His eyes widened as he prepared himself for the impact, first his legs slammed against the blue and gold flooring on the outer most platform leading up to the entrance. His prosthetic limbs screeched with a violent unpleasant noise as he began to slow down, sparks trailing him. Triatath slams into the front door with a massive CRACK. The doors are flung open like they are made from paper as he rips into the front room. Many pairs of eyes stare at him as he gathers his composure, stands up, smooths his hair back, cleans his uniform, bows forward to the ladies in front of him and promptly exclaims "Could someone hand me my leg? I seem to be missing a limb!"