"Well, I am looking for new career opportunities," Sharon muses, but she's grinning as she strips the glove off her hand and watches it return to its previous shape.
Putting them back on the table, she narrows her eyes at another corner of the lab, where a series of mats form an open-center square around what looks like a few square feet of sand.
"What's this?"
"Try it and find out," encourages Shuri, who looks smugly pleased with herself.
Sharon steps onto a mat and almost steps right back off again as the sand shifts and rises in front of her, forming a faceless figure about her own size and weight that settles into a fight stance. "What!" she gasps, and Shuri laughs.
"Go on, throw something."
Sharon shakes her head, but obediently readies herself, then shifts her weight and turns her hip sharply over, delivering a shin-first mid kick to the figure's side –
Which the sand figure blocks with a quick lift of its left leg, stopping Sharon's shin with its own.
"I call it 'sand spar'!" Shuri calls, delighted. "You know, like 'sand bar.' But with sparring!"
"That's amazing," Sharon says, walking around the figure, and Shuri nods, pleased.
"And programmable," she says, touching one of her wrist beads. The sand shifts and flows, and after a second, Sharon is staring at T'Challa, all kitted out in his Black Panther costume.
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Putting them back on the table, she narrows her eyes at another corner of the lab, where a series of mats form an open-center square around what looks like a few square feet of sand.
"What's this?"
"Try it and find out," encourages Shuri, who looks smugly pleased with herself.
Sharon steps onto a mat and almost steps right back off again as the sand shifts and rises in front of her, forming a faceless figure about her own size and weight that settles into a fight stance. "What!" she gasps, and Shuri laughs.
"Go on, throw something."
Sharon shakes her head, but obediently readies herself, then shifts her weight and turns her hip sharply over, delivering a shin-first mid kick to the figure's side –
Which the sand figure blocks with a quick lift of its left leg, stopping Sharon's shin with its own.
"I call it 'sand spar'!" Shuri calls, delighted. "You know, like 'sand bar.' But with sparring!"
"That's amazing," Sharon says, walking around the figure, and Shuri nods, pleased.
"And programmable," she says, touching one of her wrist beads. The sand shifts and flows, and after a second, Sharon is staring at T'Challa, all kitted out in his Black Panther costume.
She turns to Bucky. "I want one!"