Fit to be Queen [Sinbad x OC]

part nine

Iris's claws grew immeasurably bright, consuming the entire world around her. Everything was frozen; everything except her and a featureless hawk existing of nothing but light.

"I am the Household created by the wind of the Djinn, Focalor." A massive, booming voice echoed through the space where time ceased to exist as the hawk soared above her, droplets of light falling from its wings.

Her breath was caught in her throat and she was unable to say anything.

"Ask for power, and it shall be yours." The overpowering voice instructed.

She tried to piece together what she knew, all the while trying to breathe. Focalor was one of Sinbad's Djinns. Those that help a King Vessel capture a Dungeon or form close bonds with them could become Household Members and use some of the Magoi from the King Vessel's Djinn. She knew this, but she hadn't discussed this with Sinbad, nor had it even crossed her mind. Still, it seemed that this magical hawk was a messenger of the Djinn Focalor, and she was being invited into its Household.

She didn't think she and the King were that close, but apparently were close enough for her to become a member of his Household.

"Yes!" She cried out. "Please!" She was desperate to be of help, to truly and honorably fight beside Sinbad.

Suddenly, she was overwhelmed with power. The Magoi from the Djinn filled her entirely as reality resumed, rain washing away the light of Focalor's hawk.

She yelled, and everything around her was forced away. A wall of wind erupted from her body, shattering the wood around her feet and throwing the Black Magician across the deck.

He was headed for the water but used his magic to keep him from being sent off the ship. He was startled by the abrupt burst of Magoi she possessed.

Iris drew her hands inward and proclaimed, "Household Vessel: Foraz Tsume!" In one swift movement, she straightened her arms, readying herself to attack. But the mere movement caused wind gusts to slash through the air, shredding through her opponent's skin.

Despite her injuries, she launched herself at the larger man, claws bared to slice. But she was much faster than she was moments ago. She was so fast that the environment blurred around her. She had almost disappeared to the naked eye, visible as nothing more than a flash of color.

This remarkable speed allowed her to dance around the magician, landing blow after blow on him as ribbons of blood flicked around him.

This is what her Metal Vessel allowed her to do. It manipulated the air around her, making her faster than nearly any other living thing along with the ability to fire bands of wind blades from her claws that sliced just as sharply as if they were the golden needle-like weapons themselves.

She felt invincible.

But the magician also increased his level of attack. Blood began to leak from his nose and the corner of his mouth as he manipulated the invisible forces around her, twisting existence itself, attempting to suck her into oblivion. This was the terrifying, true power of Strength Magic; it couldn't be seen and could kill her in an instant.

As Iris continued to speedily slash at the magician - not able to land the final blow in fear of getting too close to where he could catch her - he knew that if he let the battle go on any longer, she would surely win.

He 'closed' the air around him, manipulating his aura into a body-crushing abyss. It was so concentrated that the air began to become colored black, pulling the edges of his own clothes and hair into it and shredding it. The veins in his muscles pulsed, showing how much power he was using as his skin reddened with pressure.