Picture: One Green Guy carrying one blond guy flapping in the wind.

The speed isn't as big a problem as the chill air. Tidus has his head turned to keep it from slapping his face, trusting Piccolo's... ...well, trusting Piccolo's everything far more than perhaps he should, but particularly the direction they were going, and that he wasn't about to take the long way to it.

He has something for that too, though it's not until Piccolo shares his plan that he thinks of it, or a version more useful for what they're doing. "One thing-!" Tidus calls out, and with the winds whipping him, seeping through his shirt chosen more for the volcanic hot air than the tundra air, energy bursts around him and then draws in, a few seconds before- "Keep that ice off!"

A greenish barrier encapsulates both him and Piccolo, one after the other, Tidus exhaling after the effort--after a spell not used for a while. Ice and winds conjured by the magical storm start to bounce off them, and so should hopefully most of it once they enter it--Reflect was good for that.

Now, he just had to prepare for their task, and he gives Piccolo his okay- "Let's do it!"