Re: April/NIck/Others?
"Yeah, I can shape it. I can make these, can't I?" Nick motioned at his tank and fighter. "Black is easier. There's no other color."
Perked by the new challenge, Nick formed a bazooka in his arms and used it to blow up the fighter jet. He grinned widely at the second explosion and rain of debris. Letting it fade away along with the heavy firearm, he folded himself into the grass and looked up at her, studying her intently.
After a minute or so, he began to build her from the feet up until a replica of April stood next to the real one. It wasn't exact, but it would fool anyone passing by. He grinned, pleased. "There."