As soon as the others were walking toward the gate, Warren gave a great flap of his wings and took to the sky. There was no feeling close to flying, feeling the wind flow through the feathers of his wings and hold his body like a protective embrace. He rose until he was high enough to be able to see the entirety of the front lawn as well as the gate, hoping the group would be able to hear him when he called down instructions. If not, he had a back up plan of walkies stashed outside. Holding the radar gun, Warren did a quick scan of the grounds and nodded his satisfaction at what appeared on his screen. He hovered in the air with rhythmic beats of his wings, bobbing up and down ever so slightly like a lure on the surface of a lake.
Looking down at the five outside the main gate, Warren's gaze went first to Jean-Paul, then to Dante as the younger man began a slow and obvious transformation. As he wrapped his hands around the thick iron bars, Warren turned the radar gun in their direction and watched with great concentration. After a minute, he looked up and called, "Okay. Now someone else try it. Remember, this is for science." Or something else noble like improving the level of safety at the mansion.
Whoever was brave enough to step forward and touch the gates would have quite the shock, literally. Unless it was the female student. He looked up quickly and called, "Anyone but Conduit." That bit still needed some tweaking. But anyone else who touched the gate would find themselves feeling quickly drained of energy and slightly disoriented. At least that was the goal.