Erik favored offense, his twin spears smashing and thrusting with savage ferocity, while Tchalla defended and counterattacked with measured precision.
To be fair, Tchalla was a skilled fighter, but he was neither as ruthless nor as experienced in combat as Erik.
Through an unrelenting barrage of attacks, Erik lulled Tchalla into a predictable rhythm. Then he suddenly ducked low and, catching Tchalla off guard, slashed his calf with a short spear.
Tchalla cried out and hurriedly retreated. Erik pressed his advantage, accelerating his attacks until he knocked both Tchalla's shield and short spear from his hands.
Then Erik drove a spear viciously into Tchalla's abdomen. "Brother, you have to die," he said coldly.
Tchalla clutched Erik's short spear in agony, blood dripping from its shaft into the pool and mingling with the water.
"Tchalla!"
The Queen covered her mouth despite herself. Zuri shouted, "Tchalla, yield!"
A cold gleam flashed through Erik's eyes. He pulled out his short spear, ready to finish Tchalla off, but suddenly sensed danger and hastily dodged. An energy beam carved deep wounds across his chest.
Everyone looked up to see a large drone speeding toward them. It kept firing energy beams at Erik, forcing him to scramble out of the way.
"Mother, get out of there now."
Shuri's voice came through the Queen's earpiece. She cast a worried glance at Tchalla, then turned and left.
Elsewhere, the dungeon doors opened, and Tony and Barton hurried outside. Shuri had already taken care of the guards.
A Quad-Wing Spaceship waited outside the dungeon. Wearing a pair of special glasses, Shuri controlled the drone remotely through her invention, the Remote Drone Control System.
As Tony and Barton ran aboard, Shuri called, "Mr. Stark, fly the ship. Mr. Barton, your Vibranium arm is ready. It's on the seat."
"Got it."