Blade Racer

Somewhere above Paragon City

Blade looked over the rooftops of Steel Canyon, his feathered wings beating the air as the nervousness and excitment of the day melted away from his mind. He checked over his White and Blue silvatian ceremonial Battle robes, hardly able to believe the day had arrived already.

Thinking it time to get a move on, he began his short flight to the Worn Cover, his movement slow so as not to mess up his robes.