"How do you feel about being thrown?" His head was still moving, trying to gauge when one or more of them might swoop down. They seemed to be doing something whenever they drew near each other. Filling up something with more of that paint- were they making the paint with magic?

Magic paint just sounded horrible even in thought. "Might be able to get you high enough for a swoop, but that would still leave us without a way to detain."