Defense, defense, defense. That was the way to play a game; let your opponents exhaust their actions against you before you make plans of your own. Prod them and let them react, but don't take overt actions of your own until the time's ripe.

"Ah? Looks to me like he's still sitting by the curb."

And never willingly hand them the truth on a platter.

Easy to flip back down onto the balcony itself, and shake his head--property damage, also against the rules--then jump off the concrete to the second-floor roofing below. Trowa leaned up against a large pillar there, waiting. He had another surprise in store; the only things deciding when it would come into play were either how long before he reached ground, or how fast Starscream could get to him.