Of course the bad guy can fly, of course. What type of adventure would this be without some sort of wrench in their plans. He stamps the ground with one foot and fire licks around his legs, though the surrounding grass remains entirely untouched.

Make that two wrenches, actually, as he whips his head around to nod to Pidge. "Bring the pod there or bring them here? I can do either, if they don't freak out and run away at the sight of all of us!"