Emily was pleased Markus agreed to test the belt, and nodded soberly as she stood. But when he mentioned fireballs, she couldn't help it--the staid witch hitched a laugh and shook her head.
“Don't worry!” she promised, offering him a smile as she flexed the fingers on her left hand, the rings on each finger shimmering with light. “I don't have anything that can do that.”
She crossed the workshop at a leisurely pace, putting a bit of distance between them, and as she did, the light shimmering around her rings began to build into the shape of a slingshot. It gave Markus time to put the belt on, or hold it between them, whichever he wanted to do.