At this point in the day, Adam had enjoyed most of what the picnic had to offer--he'd eaten the food he'd brought with him, tried the shaved ice, and tried his hand at a couple of the lawn games that were currently happening. He was contemplating observing the quaderash match, because broom sports were broom sports, regardless of what kind.
At the moment, though he'd paused to watch the kites. He hadn't quite gotten as far as deciding to fly a kite himself, had only just paused in his trek across the picnic area to observe when one of the larger kites seemed to get away from its person's control and came careening toward the ground--and the bystanders in its vicinity. "Watch out!"