Firelord
There wasn't any situation where John wanted to be in dark woods, at night, with barely any light to see his way. Adding to the horror was the horror feel of the whole thing. There was just a thick hanging air of dread leaving him anxious, with pushing his stomach into his throat. The whole thing just left John uneasy.
"Right. Fire. That's my thing." Digging into his pocket, John retrieved one of the many lighting devices he often carried. With a spark, the flame was pulled from the lighter to a floating orb of light.
The immediate are lit up brightly, which in turn normally would have made John feel more at ease - but with the light shining bright the sounds of things scurrying away from the duo immediately took that comfort away from him. They weren't alone, and the what was laying and waiting was the bigger question at this time.