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The dried twigs and leaves under the contraption T’Challa knelt by brightened as he discerned an engine’s hum. T’Challa looked up alarmedly at the approaching headlights. He slowly stood, but his feet entrenched themselves in the earth.

The blinding brilliance penetrated through his eyes, piercing the recesses of his mind. “And you're supposed to lead a nation?” He thought sardonically, as the engine’s roar drowned out his racing heartbeats.

T’Challa was sent flying. Wind whooshed over him as he thudded onto the browning grass. The arms around T’Challa slid off. Beholding his rescuer’s face, T’Challa’s relief morphed into apprehension.

Killmonger.

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Through the copious thicket, Erik surveilled the silhouette crouched mid-road. A faint glow emerged up the road. The soon-to-be carrion pancake slowly stood but froze. When Erik snapped back to his surroundings, the road was within arms-reach and the rumbling vehicle seconds from impact.

He impulsively launched himself into the air and tackled the Wakandan onto the thin grass across the road; a pang erupting in Erik’s left ankle as the truck hurtled past. Erik unclasped his arms from the Wakandan’s upper body. He caught his breath then started upon catching the gaze of the shaken man beside him.

T’Challa.