[Gene's probably going to be making weird faces a lot. Right now he looks a little uncomfortable. He slips the ring onto his finger and stands, stepping away from the table. Feeling a little foolish, he tells the ring to give him armor.
And it obeys.
There's a flash of light, and there's the armor of the Mandarin, standing awkwardly in the middle of the lab.]
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And it obeys.
There's a flash of light, and there's the armor of the Mandarin, standing awkwardly in the middle of the lab.]
I guess it works.