The wind hits Shen like a... well, like a small tornado, but birds are more used to random wind-shifts than one might think and he manages to flap out of the miniscule weather system, making it to the ground with only a minimum of dizziness.

After a beat he draws his charred but still-sharp polearm. Criminy, he's angry, now. He simply charges the nearest imp with a great swing of the weapon.