Antonio nods, tugs on his dorky headband, and is briefly bathed in a white light. The light fades, and the young Spaniard is now wearing a very out-of-date looking suit of armor, shield, and sword.

"They call me Escudo." He whispers as he peeks over the table at the terrorists. "I can make anything I'm touching temporarily invulnerable and dampen energy if I concentrate... but I don't have much in the way of offensive power."

He looks back at Speed. "What is it that you can do?"