T'Challa, clad in a Black Panther suit forged from Vibranium, charged straight at Luo Fei empty-handed. Yes, completely empty-handed.
The dignified prince of Wakanda did not even have a ranged weapon, not even a pistol. Even Captain America had known to use a handgun during World War II, and his shield was a weapon capable of both offense and defense at any range.
But the Black Panther armor only had claws. Claws, and more claws.
So when T'Challa rushed up to Luo Fei, things became rather awkward.
Garuru's true form was Fenrir, the Twilight Dire Wolf. Its claws alone were nearly two meters thick, and even its head was larger than a locomotive. With Luo Fei riding on Garuru's back, it was like standing atop a skyscraper and looking down at pedestrians.
T'Challa was only around 1.9 meters tall. He rushed close, leaped into the air, and tried to pounce on Luo Fei, only to find that he could not even jump onto Garuru's shoulder.
Smack. Garuru swiped a claw and slammed T'Challa straight into the ground.
"Jumping to exactly that height was just perfect. If I didn't swat him, I'd be letting that pose down," Garuru said.
"Is this idiot seriously planning to scratch me with his claws?" Luo Fei raised his Spiral Lance and aimed it at T'Challa, who had been sent flying to the ground.
"Let me tell you a secret. This thing looks like a lance, but it's actually a machine gun!" Luo Fei shouted. The Spiral Lance began spinning at high speed, and more than a hundred muzzles opened along its pillar-like shaft, spewing dense flames and flashes of light.
Metal bullets and pulse shells fired in continuous alternating streams. More than two hundred rounds poured out every second, blasting T'Challa's position into a cloud