Ah yes...The Black Manther strikes whitey again. This time, he comes face (the woman) to backside (his as he turns in fear) with a woman that doesn't give a fook about neither his kielbasa of color, his dark, yet radiant skin tone nor his toilet boa hairdo-homage to Medusa.
If she had shot him at least being a woman she would have bee vilified for only a short time before even libtardian folk acknowledge her right to do so because he was a man(let).
She is a heroine. Him? He's a turd on the lam.