Firelord
No no no no no! The thing was doing something absolutely horrible to Peter, and John wasn't having any of that. Fumbling with his pockets John fished out a matches, and sparked the entire book in one motion. The flare to life was tossed aside while he sprinted forward. John was now determined to burn this entire forest down if he had to.
It was a vague reminder of when he died. Except he had his full abilities, and he was throwing his life on the line for someone he actually liked. John coaxed the flames to start engulfing what forest life was available to give him more fire to work with. John dove forward at the, at the - whatever this thing was. He caught it, taking it's attention immediately.
"Run!" John shouted. "Go!" Rolling away, John took the flames and surrounded himself and the thing. If this thing was going to flee, it was going to get burned, and John wasn't going to stop throwing fire at it until something was crispy. "I'll catch up!" No, John wasn't planning on that.