Black Panther/Thundercats A New Master

The 7th poster for my fan fiction Black Panther/ Thundercats, “A New Master”
Stunned and agitated, Mumm-Ra let out a paralyzing scream signifying his impatience with Black Panther. Lunging himself forward with dark energy in tow, Mumm-Ra held nothing back hurling bolt after bolt of lightning at T’challa. The panther kings’ muscles rippled tightly and snapped as they released, propelling him backwards, flipping to a safe distance. A flurry of sword swipes and explosions lit up the altar room giving new life to the shadow dressed walls. Among all of the chaos, T’challa gave a brief nod to panthro to set in motion the next phase of the plan. With Mumm-Ra’s attention firmly rooted on Black Panther, Panthro could freely search for his comrades who were imprisoned below.
Once again, the walls shook as the Ancient Spirits of Evil growled in frustration of Mumm-Ra’s negligence. They protested that it was a diversion and that he was being baited. Fortunately, Mumm-Ra’s rage was far too deafening for him to focus on the warning from his masters. Just then, T’Challa let out an outburst calling to the panther goddess Bast.
“Empower me to pass through the Gateway leading to this realms’ necropolis that houses these evil spirits!” An exploding wave of energy billowed streams of colorful light in all directions, ripping the fabric of reality surrounding Black Panther as he transferred from one realm to the next. He had successfully interred into the Realm of the Dead for this reality. Just as he arrived, the gental hums of dissipating energy following his elaborate entrance was quickly drowned out by what sounded like millions of screams swelling and moving rapidly towards his position. The Ancient Spirits of Evil knew that their intruder was no ordinary warrior. Never before has a soul set foot in their realm, much less with such boldness to oppose them directly.
T’challa brings the Sword of Omens close to his lips and begins to whisper words too quiet for any to hear. As he whispers, the brilliant panther eyes of Bast appear behind him. The demon Spirits rapidly grow in size, now engulfing the blood red sky above. T’challa tightly grips the hilt of the Sword of Omens, winding his arm firmly across his chest and stands paused studying the rushing towers of hate.
“Foolish child! Your fate will be FAR worse than any form of death known by any mortal! Your soul and consciousness will be ours to rend and torture eternally!” The four voices spoke in unison crumbling the ground around Black Panther as they approached. Just as soon as their words ended, The Sword of Omens blazed a hot trail of light in front of T’challa as he whipped the blade across his torso and shouted in succession the words Jaga trained him to used to activate the ancient weapon’s full power.
“Thunder!” He yelled, as jolts of lightning burst from the sword. The vibranium lacing the blade dances violently with energy.
“Thunder!!” T’challa growled as the Ancient Spirits of Evil desperately clawed through surrounding mountains and terrain to reach him before he could utter the rest of the chant.
“Thunder!!!”, The Sword of Omens growing with each swipe of t’challa’s arm, was now full length in size and enveloped with crackling lightning burst.
“THUNDERCATS! HOOOO!!” Black Panther shouted forcibly, now thrusting the weapon high above his head.
The Ancient Spirits of Evil were right on top of Black Panther, claws and teeth pulsating ready to rip him apart, just as the Sword of Omens opened the ground beneath the panther king with a supernova of light. The evil spirits screamed and whined in agony as the light burned through their black talons, disintegrating the very fabric of their being. T’challa’s timing was perfect. The light spread throughout the dark realm like a tidal wave of life, instantly eradicating the darkest of shadows in all directions. It was then that T’challa decided to set the final component of his plan in motion.
“I am Black Panther, King of the Dead and all spirits! With the power and authority bestowed upon me from the goddess Bast, I now command you until the end of my life and beyond, moving on to the next. Just as I have changed your realm as I see fit, I have changed you. The slave known as Mumm-Ra is no longer yours to puppeteer. He too is now mine to command. The piercing screams of the spirits began to fall silent as the Sword of Omens gradually lowered its light to a humming glow. The ancient shadows were no longer shadows, but vibrating pillars of light, quitely kneeling at the feet of the panther king.