Firelord
Quill didn't even tease when it seemed like John forgot, for a moment, that fire was his thing. He only smiled tightly and unholstered his blaster because being ready felt important. He didn't want to be in a situation where things bit when he wasn't ready to bite right back.
The fire, when it was lit, didn't seem to help much though. Sure, they could see (sort of -- the fire was bright and sort of distracting), but Quill couldn't help but wonder at what cost. Seeing the trees better didn't really help either of them, and catching the ass end of some animals running this way and that was -- well. Maybe not bad. Because at least it wasn't just a bunch of eyes watching them. At least, none so close.
Peter paused, bumping shoulders with John as he did so. "Hey," he said slow and quiet, staring straight ahead of them. Because there was -- something. Something out there that he could just barely make out, something just a little past were St. John's reached. "Do you see - anything?" It was possible his nerves were getting the best of him. Gamora would be scoffing right now, he was sure.