Her fist catches Emplate hard enough to pummel him back into the walls. But he's just supped on T'Challa's genetic material that grants him a preternatural feline grace allowing him to recover his feet quickly. But Strange is gone by then, so he goes for another feint with his claws. One toward her face and the other palm seeking to grapple to any exposed skin she's got.

The Queen promised him a taste and he'll be damned if he doesn't get one of this bitch.