"The hilt you say? Well, you can't tell anyone 'bout my little trick here, but." I pull out my sword and the hilt as flames where the blade should be. I put it back and the pull it out again and there is blade radiating arcane magic. I put it away and pull it out and this time it's magma. The I pull it out to just have the hilt out. "The blade is my magic refined into a physical form."