"Still not here? I'm getting sleepy..." Wanda toyed with the pistol in her hand. She had practiced hard for over a month, but her marksmanship was still terrible. She could barely manage a target at ten meters; anything beyond that was anyone's guess.
Daisy was still knitting her sweater. She could not knit anything for Little Phoenix in front of Wanda, so she was making Little Franklin a pair of tiny wool pants, with eight-pointed stars patterned on the legs.
Practice made perfect. Though she had no particular talent for it, she felt her skills improving. In the tailoring trade, she was probably no worse than Spider-Man or Deadpool by now.
"Target Two is under attack!" An urgent call shattered the calm.
"What's the situation?" Daisy's Target Two was Storm. Wakanda's future queen was not someone who relied entirely on superpowers and magic. Her hand-to-hand combat skills were not especially refined, but she could handle a few ordinary people without trouble.
Daisy had confidence in Storm and believed she could withstand the first wave of attacks.
Wakanda's guards and Black Panther were all people who could dismantle a Gundam with their bare hands. Despite having advanced weapons, they preferred curved blades and spears, and loved fighting bare-chested whenever they had the chance. Daisy held their combat abilities in high regard.
The reality was much the same. Storm evaded the Materialist Empire's first surprise attack. Although her magic rapidly began to fail, Wakanda's bald female guards, Black Panther, and Crossbones, who was defending the area, reacted immediately.
A whole group was now blocking the spatial passage and brawling with the Materialist Empire's Mechanical Lifeforms. One came, one died; two came, both died.
Vibranium weapons cut through iron like mud, and the Mechanical Lifeforms' armor could not withstand them either. Crossbones enhanced