[color=007FFF][center][b]Abel -=- Survival[/b][/center][/color]

A campfire?  It wasn't something that Abel had experience with, but it struck him as something he could do.  A vision flashed in his mind of rubbing sticks together for hours trying to get a spark, and he made a face.  Fortunately, he had another way to get sparks.  After executing another inclination of his head, almost a slight bow, to Vorosky, Abel held his hand out over the Ampere.  An electric charge reached out from his palm, snagged the superconductive weapon, and snapped it into his hand.  He gave it a quick twirl to show he meant business and was off.

The first obstacle was the river.  It was pretty sizable, easily fifteen feet across.  Expecting that such a feat was beyond his jumping power and not very anxious to get wet, Abel made a left and continued along the bank upstream.  He glanced into the water, and saw willowy, scum-colored waterplants bent slightly by the current.  A glint of silver rushed past, but whether it was a fish or trick of the sunlight on water, he couldn't be sure.  Then again, he was nearing the edge of the clearing, so the sunlight was very much dappled through the leafy canopy.  With a final glance back at the spot where the professor was speaking in low tones to Sarina, he entered the trees.

It didn't take long at all to find some firewood.  Being the first to get moving, he had first pick of the litter.  A veritable smorgasbord of twigs, branches, and leaves were strewn about the ground, just as in any forest.  He suspected that the wind might have knocked many of them down, though a couple looked disturbingly like they had been clawed off.  Abel grabbed indiscriminately until he happened to take a good look at handful of leaves and remember than leaves were awful fuel; all they did was make smoke.  “Hm.” The guardian brushed away the leaves he had gathered, pleased with himself that he'd remembered before turning Vorosky's woodland clearing into a smokescreen.  He gathered a couple of branches and a few handfuls of twigs and headed back.

He approached one of the blackened, grassless spots where it was clear that a campfire had previously made.  A few stamps with his foot flattened the remaining char before Abel dumped his load.  He knelt down next to the stack and rubbed his hands together.  With his semblance flowing, he reached out to the nearest branch and grabbed hold.  Several seconds passed before he could safely conclude that nothing, save a slight tingle in his palms, was happening.  Figuring that he wasn't conducting properly, Abel summoned the Ampere and changed into staff mode.  Unfortunately, poking the branches with the business end of the Ampere had no effect, either.  “Hmm,” he grunted, starting to think his semblance couldn't light fires.