Painter takes a deep breath, preparing for the winds to hit him. It started small, but quickly grew larger. Before he knew it he was surrounded by more pressure than he'd ever felt while flying, and it circled him in a prison. His exhaustion plain on his face, just from managing to stay in the air from the initial blast. He quickly began to think his way out of the situation. The winds blew in from the Northeast and the Southwest, creating a prism around me as they met. Trying to fly higher up in this would be stupid, seeing as I get one wing caught in the winds and I'm dead as a doornail. Going down would be dumb because I'd just meet he ground. That leaves one option, and that's to go through the wind, which I lack the strength to do. However, maybe if I ride the winds long enough I'll build up speed and create a sort of slingshot affect, launching myself out..
Deciding that was his best course of action, he dove into the winds and began to circle as they did, tucking his wings before entering. He starts out at a moderate pace and slowly begins to pick up speed and, with the momentum, slowly getting pushed farther out of the center of the winds. Alright..now I have to figure how to stop this myself while I'm out. A sudden stop would cause to much exertion and I'd probably pass out. That and if I opened my wings to close the that thing I'd just get sucked back in. My only option is to soar for a few seconds and slowly open them, catch a breeze and glide back from there..
Suddenly he is launched out of the winds, going as fast as the winds themselves. He slowly opens his wings and catches the breeze under them, gliding around and back to where Allie stood, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to kill me..that would have been difficult to get out of even without...wing..s.." Slowly exhaustion overcomes him and he falls out of the air and hits the ground with a thud, bouncing a little.