Finding Max (8)

Erik had nothing more to do there at that point. Whatever the two would say, text, see, or hear, he would know.

The young man, still in his fly form, left the car flying out of the window.

In his minute fly form, a gust of wind that was a mere breeze to his human form, but a tempest in his current state swept him around. The sheer force of the elements caught his tiny body, now devoid of its usual weight and size, off guard.

For a few disorienting seconds, the powerful gusts tossed him about in the air, causing his gossamer-like wings to flutter frantically. His world became a tumultuous whirlwind, his senses overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught.

The world around him transformed into a dizzying blur of motion and noise as he wrestled to regain control.

Buffeted by the wind's unpredictable whims, his minute body spun wildly in the air.