Firelord
John himself was looking at the critters flee from them. That was nice to know, but John wasn't sure that he liked their situation anymore now that they had light. Though his attention was brought back to Quill when he they bumped. "Sup?" He glanced in the direction that Peter was directing and saw nothing. No feint shadows, nothing out of the normal. "Nah man."
John looked back to where he was looking and saw a man. No, not a man. But humanoid. Suit, not face. Which audibly startled John with something close to a gasp. It was there, right in front of him and John fell back, bouncing off Peter, but when he blinked it was gone.
"What the fuck was that!?" John said in a panic. Quickly scrambling to his feet, John was looking around. "It-it was-" He couldn't even put it in words. But then he saw it. Between two trees and he froze. His eyes focusing on it as much as he could. "D-d-dude." John refused to blink or look away. What was he even seeing at this point. "What is that?" John wouldn't admit it later, but there was something insanely worrisome in him about what he was seeing.