Wakanda Civil War

The Golden tribe of Wakanda was ill-prepared for an uprising by the Jabari tribe, lead by the White Gorilla Cult. However they mounted a stiff resistance and held a technological advantage over the Jabari, who valued primitivism and shunned technological progress.

But the Jabari had a secret weapon. A mysterious and immensely powerful agent was on the Jabari’s side. He wore a leather vest and his face was hidden under a leather hood. He carried primitive weaponry like axes, spears, and bows, but he was a thousand times deadlier than the strongest warriors in Wakanda. He had the capability to move at speeds imperceptible to human consciousness and even teleport great distances.

The mysterious hooded agent was instrumental to the fall of Birnin Zana, seemingly able to appear at various strategic points at will to attack, ultimately collapsing the royal city’s defenses from within.

As the city burned in the background, the mysterious agent faced off against the Black Panther on top of the roofs of the royal palace. The agent finally lowered his hood.

“You!!!” Black Panther cried, “I should have killed you!”

“Yes, you should have, King T’Challa,” Sergei said with a smirk.

“I shall amend that grave error now!” T’Challa said and rushed towards Sergei.

Sergei drew his bow and unleashed a volley of arrows at unbelievable speed, but the arrows fell uselessly to the ground upon hitting the Black Panther’s suit.

T’Challa closed the distance between them and the pair engaged in close combat with knives, axes, and claws.

Sergei discovered that none of his weapons had any effect on the Black Panther suit which was made out of vibranium weave and could absorb all kinetic energy.

Meanwhile, T’Challa was also discovering that the vibranium claws embedded in his suit had no effect on Sergei’s enhanced body.

“Your skin is exquisite,” Sergei said as he danced around the Black Panther, “It will make a fine trophy.”

“You are unworthy,” T’Challa snarled.

Sergei had been limiting the use of his enhanced strength so as not to destroy the weapons that he preferred using. Left with little options, he landed a punch on T’Challa with about a hundredth of his full strength. The vibranium suit crackled with energy where it was struck and sparks flew.

T’Challa was sent flying back a few paces. “Ugh! What?!” he groaned as he placed his hand on his abdomen where he had been struck. The suit had been damaged. “H-how?” T’Challa asked in horror.

Sergei smirked and cracked his knuckles. In the background a fresh explosion rocked the city as Jabari warriors overwhelmed its defenses.

Before T’Challa could react, Sergei zoomed around him, landing about a dozen punches on his body. Sergei was so quick that the blows seemed to come from everywhere at once in a split instance.

The Black Panther suit crackled with energy and shattered in a dozen places.

T’Challa gasped and sank to his knees. His vision blurred.

Sergei easily stepped up behind the young king and seized the Black Panther mask. He proceeded to pull it off T’Challa’s face triumphantly.

T’Challa collapsed and passed out.