Air Raid is up and looking around the tent for Skydive, albeit slowly, as Swerve put an ass-whuppin' on him. Minibots man. He looks torn between triumph and annoyance as he toys with his medal. So close. Air Raid brightens. "Thanks! Mech, sorry for uh... bombing you. I didn't know where you were! ...Not that I can really aim bombs..." He shrugs and pulls up a stool. "You sure you don't want to enter the science event?" "I hope you don't mind me joining the race, Blast Off. I'm curious to see your mettle in a real show of skill." Combat: Air Raid sets his defense level to Fearless.