With a loud ''thunk!'' the sword at Rick's side would fall into the ground, embedding its' self about halfway down it's length into the ground. He leans down next to it, and would begin the tedios task of making a fire. After many failed tries, and cursing at his missing arm, he'd finally get the fire going, and would seat himself down next to it with a loud huff and sigh. Glad to finally be by the fire.
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