Shards of special blades from his world that sound like they've been reforged many many times over the years. Interesting. It would be more useful if Azwel was able to summon weapons the others could use, but magic seldom works out to being quite so convenient for more then just the wielder in Natasha's experience. And she's certain that is what she's witnessing while Azwel moves and makes short work out of a tree frozen solid enough to be as tough as rock with not even a sweat.

Well. That's a hard act to follow. This lot isn't so different from the team she's used to working with back home. A lot of big strapping folk with abilities no one ordinary could even begin to wrap their heads around. Blaze's invulnerability, Azwel's gauntlets, strange mystical creatures at one's beck and call...

"I'm standard issue human, here. Just used to facing a hell of a lot that isn't. All solid firepower here, no plasma or hard light or whatever else it is you use." Gesturing to Blaze and her arsenal. "I know my way around cold weather but I'm no arctic ops specialist. Whatever you need me to be, Blaze. Then that's who I am."

Adaptation, after all, is Natasha's best talent.