Okay, I'm on it. I can do it on my own, as long as you've got my back.
[With that, Garth moved away from Kaldur, trusting the man to protect him. He made quick work of finding the things he needed to start a fire. Brush, dry branches, and most importantly, stones.
He used his knife to dig a small hole in the dirt, dropping the brush into it. He pulled the branches close, so that they were ready to feed the fire once it was made. He grabbed one of the stones, and digging his knife into the side, pulled down quickly. Nothing. He repeated the step to no avail, dropped the rock, and applied the same method to the next.
It was a common misconception that the rock had to be flint, anything hard enough could be used. The fifth rock, a small white one that was possibly quartz, sparked. He placed it close to the brush, and flicked the knife until the sparks caught on the brush. He leaned in close, blowing until it flamed.
He laid the branches over it, the fire ankle high now. He stood, running back into the trees to find a branch sturdy enough to make into a torch. Once found, he returned to his small fire and built more broken branches around it. Practically a bonfire, he thought to himself. Certainly the fastest fire he had ever built. He tore a piece of his shirt off and wrapped it around the branch, then lit it.
It wouldn't burn forever without some form of fire accelerator, like an oil or kerosene, but it would work for now. He made his way towards Kaldur, torch extended.]
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[With that, Garth moved away from Kaldur, trusting the man to protect him. He made quick work of finding the things he needed to start a fire. Brush, dry branches, and most importantly, stones.
He used his knife to dig a small hole in the dirt, dropping the brush into it. He pulled the branches close, so that they were ready to feed the fire once it was made. He grabbed one of the stones, and digging his knife into the side, pulled down quickly. Nothing. He repeated the step to no avail, dropped the rock, and applied the same method to the next.
It was a common misconception that the rock had to be flint, anything hard enough could be used. The fifth rock, a small white one that was possibly quartz, sparked. He placed it close to the brush, and flicked the knife until the sparks caught on the brush. He leaned in close, blowing until it flamed.
He laid the branches over it, the fire ankle high now. He stood, running back into the trees to find a branch sturdy enough to make into a torch. Once found, he returned to his small fire and built more broken branches around it. Practically a bonfire, he thought to himself. Certainly the fastest fire he had ever built. He tore a piece of his shirt off and wrapped it around the branch, then lit it.
It wouldn't burn forever without some form of fire accelerator, like an oil or kerosene, but it would work for now. He made his way towards Kaldur, torch extended.]