Walter looks back to the older man with a questioning glance. He quickly remembers his video on Avalon's network and their subsequent exchange, and glancing back to his gloved hands and the rings adorning the end of each finger's opening, he pauses but a moment to weigh the merits before moving to wrench each one off, one by one.

"I hope you can turn them back if it doesn't work. I can kick, but there's only so much the sole of my shoes can take, and the fallen branches around here don't look like they'd make for a good makeshift lance."

That said, he extends his hand to offer the first five of the rings.

"They're steel, by the way. Stainless steel, for weather resistance."

Since he's using alchemy. Steel has its own symbol, Walter recalls, though he isn't sure how similar Avalon's branch of alchemy is to the one he is familiar with.