Team Four: T'Challa - extraction point to safe house
So it seemed that their friends were leading the fight right to them - which was just fine. T'Challa had a mental link with his Panther habit, and he called upon it quickly - it changed the look and shape of his clothing, morphing into the protective suit weaved with vibranium. "Go," he told the Dora Milaje, and he jumped right into the fray with them - meeting the attackers head-on.
It would not be a difficult fight, despite how dark it was. The King's personal security team, in a flash of vibranium spears, ninja boots, beadwork and tassels, knocked assault rifles out of hands and sent bodies flying to and fro - they didn't kill, but those thugs would likely wake up with severe headaches and regrets about their choices.
Meanwhile, T'Challa - with a grace smooth as freshly-poured cream - leapt from the shadows and handled one himself, from behind. A vibranium Iklwa dagger appeared out of nowhere and while he wasn't about to go for the kill shot either, the shoulder made for a nice meaty spot for a stab wound.