no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving His chest still heaving, Ronin did not expect to hear laughter from the Shield, and his surprise more than anything caused him to gaze over his shoulder and look at her. A smirk flickered briefly on his face; he nodded at her request. Closer was better than further away. "Can do. I'll make sure it's a lot less bright, this time." It would take a lot longer given how he had doused a lot of the wood with sea water, but Ronin knelt down to the task without complaint. Replacing the kindling and hunkering close to it, that Amalia might not see, he summoned another bolt of starfire and let it hover in his palm. This time he blew it gently into the kindling (needless dramatics but he couldn't help it), where it started instantly to catch and crackle. "There. We should have a real fire in no time."