The wind rose around her. She floated high above the storm the rain that swirled in the clouds wet her skin. The sky was a torrent of grey and black. The wind banged around her strong enough to break even the strongest tree. She floated there unfazed by the chaos that erupted around her. She was Oya, the Yoruba queen of gods and men. The wind itself knew to obey her command. She only stared intently at the shape that was breaking the cloud line below her.
Her mind was abuzz with the rumblings of the ancestors. Their souls speaking to hers in a chorus of advice and caution in the situation. She quieted her mind without closing her eyes. She kept her gaze on the shape that was now taking form as it drew nearer. It was moving fast enough to create a boom as the air behind it slammed closed like thunder.
Below the grass of the great planes twirled and twisted as the harsh weather beat down. She held her stance, fist clenched and ready. The wet of her skin keeping her focused. She prayed for the strength she would need to take him. She whispered her prayer into the wind knowing they did not need to escape from her lips.
When the demon was close Oya could see that he looked like a man shaped in ash. She could see his spirit warping around him as a multi-tendralled hydra that grew off its aura. Within a second he was upon her. He had ripped a path through the clouds to slam into her at his max speed. She had been braced for so long that the crash was almost a release of the tension in her sinewy muscles.
They collided in a burst of power and energy. Their mighty arms grappled in combat. Her thinner frame slipped away from his and she drew back with a lightning speed to pound her fist into his face. Water droplets dispersed off her fist with a wet smack. His body tumbled back into the clouds. She heaved and dove after him.
He turned to recover just as she banged into him on the way down. Her elbows craked rib bone as he squirmed to face her. His arms getting her by the waist. He turned her momentum causing them to bank to the right.
Oya yelled in the rain “release me you vile creature,”
The demon said nothing, his purpose was only to end her life. He was capable only of the brutal violence he had been born to administer.
Oya pounded the creature on the head and back. He was not fazed by her powerful blows. She held both arms high and charged them with her soul spirit. The dark sky grew bright as day as the power in her body rippled from her fists.
Oya slammed him atop the head with all the energy she could call. He released and spun in the air. She kicked him as he fell out of range. His body twirled in the sky. His eyes lit aflame and burst with power at her. She dodged to the left as he burned a path in the clouds. She swung wide and knocked his head down. She hated fighting death demons. It was almost always a futile struggle. They never tired and could go for ever if given the opportunity. When the jealous queen Isis had released the death monger she had not foreseen the damage it would do to both kingdoms. It had cut a path to the dessert that separated new Oyo and New Cairo where Oya had met it with force.
The demon opened its mouth to breath a burst of hellfire. Oya went down and around it to grip it by its neck. The blessed armor on her wrists cut into its smoldering skin. She pulled her blade and shanked it in the gut. It bellowed and flailed to break free. She released and caught him with a power right just as it turned towards her. It fell out of view.
In the quiet of this moment the spirits spoke to her, giving the spells she would need to trap it. They told her to find enough water to facilitate the trans-sprit gate for banishment. She knew of an oasis not far away that would be enough for the incantation. She took a breath as he barreled back towards her. She opened the first gate just as it was close enough to feel the power in its speed. It passed through in front of her. She followed as it tumbled into the Serengeti at top speed. It bounced off the earth and into a flurry of her punches and kicks. She beat it up into another spirit gate that she opened behind it. She bounced it off the firma several times in the same manner as they neared the oasis. As it attempted to fight back she would send it back through another gate. She clocked him with another power blow when she knew she was close enough. She blazed to the oasis and began the spells she would need to banish the beast.
The death demon came like a missile towards her. She called a phalanx of lightning to strike it as it got close. It stumbled into each strike. It slowed as the lightning crackled off its skin.
When it was in arms length she finished the spell shifted in time ending behind it and kicking it into the pool of water. A shaft of light cascaded into the sky as the gates between life and death were flung open to envelop the ungodly creature. There was a boom of otherworldly energy as the gate closed leaving her panting in the rain. The sky cleared suddenly in a swirl as Oya commanded the rain to cease.
She stood in the dessert. Her chocolate skin dripping with water. The gold armor on her body was now glinting in the New Africa sun. She narrowed her eyes and lifted off the ground. She set her sights on New Cairo to face the wicked Isis and make her answer for releasing the death demon. In the spirit plane the ancestors cheered her victory and told her of ways to destroy her enemies.
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I felt like writing a random fight scene after listening to the India.Arie bonus track “This too shall pass” This piece of explodo fiction is what came out. Mostly it is run of the mill pop corn supergods punching each other in the heavens. Enjoy
