"I dictate nothing! These men killed the only family I had left." Mikaal shot back, raising his voice as well. His voice was vibrating as hard as he was. T'Challa's territorial rage had provoked a visceral reaction in him. He all too used to that intractable authoritarian tone. His whole culture revolved around making people subservient to that kind of power. Mikaal had escaped to Earth to get away from it. He had betrayed his own people so they couldn't invade the Earth and take this freedom away from him. Needless to say, he didn't react well to it. To his credit, he didn't immediately go on the offensive. He knew how stubborn some Earthmen could be, but he had been working with local heroes long enough to have a modicum of control.
It was a good thing, because the real bad guys chose that tense moment to go on the offensive themselves. Regular gunfire wasn't a huge concern for him, but he wasn't infallible, and a big enough caliber could still sting. Maybe even hurt him if his sonic crystal even blinked. He bared his teeth and slammed two of the attacker with consecutive concussive blasts while T'Challa took care of a third. He aimed to stun, not kill. They should be able to talk.
"TELL ME. TELL ME WHO SENT YOU!" Mik bellowed at the men. If was desperate, but it was a given that this was going to get ugly. If he could goad them into giving him a clue, at least he'd get something else to go on. He moved towards them. "Who paid you to blow up my hotel? Dozens of innocents were hurt and killed!"