[center][h3][color=#535d60]Felix Lancaster[/color][/h3]
[color=#535d60]The Magnet Mage[/color][/center]

Felix heard the commotion before he had actually reached the hall of the guild he was hoping to be able to join. Phoenix Wing was the guild of his dreams, and he was nervous and excited at the thoght of meeting its members in person.

However he didn't quite expect an all-out brawl to be happening in front of the guild hall. He clenched his hand and took a step forward, until he saw the fire magic being thrown around. He hesitated. The biggest weakness his magic gave him, and two very powerful wizards were throwing it around all willy-nilly. He groaned to himself, but still approached cautiously. He used his magic and released some of the iron sand he kept on his person, coating his hands and lower forearms in a thin layer of metal just in case.

He waited until two of the people paused to talk and raised a hand. [color=#535d60][b]"Hi there. I'm, uh, looking for Phoenix Wing? I know I'm in the right place, I just wanna now if any of you are actually members?"[/b][/color] 

He tried to seem polite, but he was scanning the surroundings, taing notice of everyone's position and formulating plans in his head of how to move. He readied his magic and felt himself lift imperceptively off the ground, his body repelling the metallic minerals in the ground and allowing for quick, frictionless movement. If he needed to move in a direction, he wanted to be ready to get out of the way in case things went poorly.