I am known for being outdoors and in the sky, but I do not have wings to help me fly.. You might control me.

Here's a poser for you: What's blue, and looks like a red car?

I stand the height of my wielder, armed of spike and blade alike. Guards love me, yet cavalry despise me. I stand high atop the king’s blade, yet always in his shadow. What am I?

Here’s a tricky one with flow - Some of me are planted, while others of me glow. One of me illuminates a room, the other of me grow; One may break or shatter, the other is organic matter But either way, please try not to step on me with your toe.

Chugging, chuffing, blasting. You can’t make me stop; a plume of hot mist billows, flowing from my top. Not all of me are as eclectic, while others of me are electric; And others still can be constructed, modeled from a kit!