[b][u]Sangue Naga - Survival[/u][/b]

They all needed wood.

Thus, Sangue went off to get wood.

She collected wood nearby groups of trees, but every time she collected a good amount of sticks, she would continuously drop small amounts of the wood she already gathered. The red-haired woman remained aloof, continuing to collect as much wood as she could with one arm. The woman bit on some of the less dirtier sticks in an attempt to carry more wood.

Struggling with the wood she collected, the woman walked back to where she was to put down her share for the Survival group. Sticks slowly fell off of her moderately small collection wrapped within a single arm, though Sangue did not seem to notice this. She soon dropped the sticks from her arm and opened her mouth, letting two sticks add into her small pile.

"..."

Sangue blinked with her unscarred eye, wondering if she did good enough for a one-armed novice-at-Survival.

The woman then realized that she had to make a fire.

"..."

With a small frown, the woman glanced at her nonexistent second arm before sitting down in front of her small pile of sticks. Picking one stick up, she simply stared at the thing, contemplating on how to make a fire. Thinking of ideas, the woman stepped on one of her sticks as she proceeded to rub it furiously with the stick she held earlier.

Her speed may have caused a small spark, but it took her an extremely long time to make a fire. She would eventually make a tiny fire, accidentally burning her finger because she was quite amazed at how someone like her made a fire in the first place.

With a burnt finger, she stood still, remaining idle with a small frown. A tiny, tiny fire lived in front of her. Sangue quickly doused her finger in a nearby river before returning to her spot.