T'Challa raised a eyebrow, the slight reaction hidden by his mask as he nods in slight surprise. "I wouldn't have guessed, but that was one growth spurt, my friend.", he says in response. " Perhaps you were made captain of your team not because you believe yourself to up to the task, but that Ms.Stark sees something that you do not. Something to think upon."<br/><br/>His eyes moving over the equipment, the prince returns the nod. "Good luck, I think you'll enjoy yourself.", he says as he moves toward the gymnasium. Pushing through the door, the huge space covered in equipment of all kinds as well as large open areas.  The ebony clad teen moves to the largest of the open spaces, exploding from a slow walk into a series of somersaults, his speed and fluidity of movement at the edge of human capability as he hurtles his body around the mat with fearless abandon! Instinct or long habit brought hands and feet flicking out as the paws of his namesake, fingers and feet clawing air as though flesh was underneath them till finally minutes later, he stood perfectly still in the middle of the mat, the only sign of exertion the movement of his muscled torso as he breathed.<br/><br/>His mind calm and clear, doubts and uncertainty washed away by the frenzy of movement, T'Challa moved from the mat toward a collection of parallel bars, gym horses. Leaping over one set, body outstretched as his hands gripped the low bar on the next, he moved from bar to bar in a ever faster pattern of movement...losing himself in the simple pleasure of unthinking action.