Firelord
Well, very quickly John's center of gravity was shifted from solid to very much not solid in less than a second. With a yank, John was falling towards Quill but tumbled behind him with a staggered skid. Immediately, he felt all the rocks and charred branches rake across some of his bare skin. Well, that'd hurt later. Possibly infected. Turning towards the commotion, all he saw was Peter looking frantic. for whatever.
"Okay..." John groaned laying on the ground contemplating his actions. "You saw it didn't you..?" John groaned while rolling to his hands and knees. That was when he saw it. The lanky suited abomination stuttering as it moved rapidly towards them, only this time jutting out of it's back were eight perfectly pitch black tentacles. So dark that they looked darker than night themselves. John on instinct alone lunged at the creature only to be knocked sideways into a burnt tree crumpling to the ground. "PETER!" He screamed.