Firelord
Well, the bubbles weren't a good sign. Peter brought a weapon that wasn't working. That wasn't something that was going to go over well. Then the thing moved like a stutter in an old film. What the fuck was this thing.
John yanked on Peter to get him moving too. "Fuck you, lets go!" John shouted turning and running putting himself behind his friend. With Peter without a weapon, it was him and the fire that was their only weapon and he wasn't about to allow Peter to get killed on his watch.
Though it wasn't behind them, and when John looked forward they were running right at it. "Fuuuck!" John screamed grabbing the back of Peter's coat. "DUCK!" And with that, John push forward with his abilities and let the flames rip out from the orb of light that was following them. The intensity of the flames swirled around them and blew outward incinerating trees and shrubs alike in a bright blinding flash before darkness encompassing them.