“Ant’s never reacted this strongly to any objects, and all of the cursory ones I managed showed nothing immediately recognizable. Just the heat and that hum of magic.” Doing anything more in depth would have taken time, and she really wanted Lance’s opinion on it before she delved into that.
Twirling her wand between her fingers, she caught it, ready for anything. Her feet were planted solidly, her body angled perfectly and every muscle in her body ready to react to the tiniest impulse from her brain. Said impulse had her straighten up and lower her wand. “Wait,” she said. “I make a smaller target, and I’m faster than you. Maybe I should…” Rose squinted as she pictured the scenario in her mind. “But I’m faster,” she repeated, “so I should be able to throw a shield if need be. Okay?” She nodded and got her wand ready. “Go ahead.”