I caught Black Panther's desperate punch with my other hand, holding both his wrists now. His eyes widened as he realized he couldn't move either arm.
"You had your chance," I said quietly.
Black Panther twisted his body, trying to break free with his legs. His knee came up toward my ribs in a last-ditch effort. I shifted slightly, letting the attack glance off harmlessly.
"Forty-seven successful kills," I said, studying his panicked face. "That's a lot of blood on your hands."
"It's business," he gasped, still struggling. "Nothing personal."
"Tell that to their families," I replied.
I released his wrists and stepped back. Black Panther stumbled, caught off balance by the sudden freedom. He raised his fists again, but I could see the defeat in his eyes.
"You can't win," I said. "We both know it now."
"A professional never quits," he snarled, launching himself at me one final time.
