Disclaimer: I don't own Magi or any of the characters. ^_^
Sinbad had a plan. It was a bloody good plan. Not even Solomon could think of such a thing (only because it's outrageous). He was brilliant, brilliant, BRILLIANT!
The first class singularity hovered above the sea a kilometer away from his founded country. His body was fully equipped with Focalor, the Wind Djinn.
"As soon as I tell you, prepare me a Magic Transportation Circle." Sinbad said to the small communication device strapped to his ear.
"Yes, your Highness." The magicians from the other end of the line replied.
"FORAZ ZORA!"
And with one smooth gesture, he summoned a small-scale tornado around his hands and directed it to Sindria. He carefully manipulated it so it wouldn't be too strong to cause permanent damage but enough to blow away a few blankets.
"Now!" He said. Suddenly, the magic transportation circle appeared before him.
"Where to, Your Highness?" The communication device chimed.
"To the Upper West Side of the Palace Halls." The man ordered.
Once the circle glowed, Sinbad went inside it and indeed found himself at the end of the hall. He had ended up right behind Jafar. With arms full of parchment and scrolls, the adviser didn't notice the king's arrival.
The great wind that Sinbad had conjured earlier finally came.
The assassin dropped all he's been carrying and his robe fluttered over his head. The act revealed Jafa's deliciously pale legs (or so Sinbad had dubbed it) that Sinbad aimed to see.
"YES!" he thought.
The winds weren't supposed to arrive yet because of the current weather. The ruckus earlier was hardly strange for the guardsmen and women of the Palace. They all thought the same thing.
"Sinbad-sama."