[ Your typical flier is equipped with dozens of sensors to detect even the smallest change in air pressure and wind direction. A miscalculation of even the most seemingly insignificant degree can mean the difference between soaring in the heavens and going nose cone first into a cliff.
And someone who is chronically not where he should be, Skywarp is always on high alert to his readings.
The air has been displaced.
He can help but smile, oh-ho, someone is still trying to be sneaky. He commends the effort.
There's a flash of light and he WORPS out. Or at least away.
Rung might notice some gold mists emanating from the space behind him,and that's all the warning he gets before there's another loud pop and suddenly the closet he's creeping out of is significantly more crowded. ]
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And someone who is chronically not where he should be, Skywarp is always on high alert to his readings.
The air has been displaced.
He can help but smile, oh-ho, someone is still trying to be sneaky. He commends the effort.
There's a flash of light and he WORPS out. Or at least away.
Rung might notice some gold mists emanating from the space behind him,and that's all the warning he gets before there's another loud pop and suddenly the closet he's creeping out of is significantly more crowded. ]
So what sort of game are we playing here, hmm?