Tribesmen lined up surrounding the launching pad as T'Challa stood on the burning wreckage of the dragon flyer.
From where Anya stood, she could see and hear as Okoye smiled, "He lives."
T'Challa lowered his helmet, yelling out to Killmonger. "N'Jadaka!"
Anya tried, she really did, but she couldn't help but snicker at the man's American's response.
"Wassup?"
As evil as Erik was for teaming up with Hydra and killing T'Chaka then blaming it on the man she loved, she couldn't help but admire the way that he held onto both of his ethical backgrounds.
However, Nakia was correct, he may have shared the Wakandan blood as did Shuri and her brother, but they were true Wakandans.
As she stood there snickering, she watched as T'Challa rolled his eyes at her before returning his attention on N'Jadaka. "I never yielded! And as you can see, I am not dead."
N'Jadaka just stood there, his golden clawed necklace showing for everyone to see, weapons strapped to his back. "All that challenge shit is over with. I'm the king now!"
Flyers launched into the air, as T'Challa continued to approach. Men ran towards him with no intention of stopping.
Anya watched as the Dora Milaje fought Killmonger and the Border Tribe ran towards her and T'Challa. Smiling as bloodlust rose, her eyes glowed and she started to levitate, purple energy surrounded the men herding them in a circle.
She watched as they looked panicked and raised their robes that became shields. Blasting the flying machine with an energy ball, Anya watched as it continued to shoot at T'Challa despite having only one engine.
Anya followed her friend as they leapt over the men and landed behind them. T'Challa delivering a massive sonic blow to the ground which sent them all flying disrupting their shields.
Catching a floating spear, he threw it, and the head exploded, shooting down another flyer as Anya's energy manipulation destroyed two more flyers and knocked several of the tribesmen to their knees or flat on the ground unconscious.
The Dora Milaje had originally split, the second group had joined her and T'Challa, fighting the border tribe.
Anya saw how badly this affected them all, fighting against one another, people who were supposed to be united as one; it wasn't right, and every death took its toll. She watched in fascination as the friend of T'Challa stood on top of a rock and blew into a horn.
The ground shook as three armoured rhinoceroses ran into the battlefield. The last one to enter, the man jumped onto, heading straight for T'Challa.
Straining, Anya lifted one of the Rhinos up, grabbing it by its horn and catapulted the animal to the side, having barely enough time to jump out of the second's path.
She found herself alone, as T'Challa had ran off to tackle Killmonger, saving Shuri from possible death.
The remaining Dora Milaje had been blasted from the launching bay, and into the midst of the battle.
Anya plucked a sword from a dead warrior's grasp. She flung it at the face of an oncoming warrior. The man, who she would later find out to be N'Taki, deflected it with his shield in a cascade of sparks and went after an unsuspecting Dora.
To gain a brief respite, Anya threw a spear at him. N'Taki sidestepped the spear, whirling his sword expertly as he pursued the Dora.
Ignoring his unprotected back, N'Taki failed to see Anya sneaking up behind him. She raised her sword in both hands, but, before she could strike, N'Taki turned around.
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The Other Rogers
FanfictionWhat if Steve wasn't the only Rogers? What if he had a twin, a sister who had the same morales and values as him. Can the world handle two Rogers? Is she like Captain America or is she, a hero on her own?