[Beset as he is by the giant rodent, John can't really see the fire Sherlock has lit. However, he does hear its hideous shrieks and smell the acrid scent of burning hair and skin. As Sherlock demanded, John lets go of the scissors and rolls away from the creature. It sends him into a thicket of underbrush and brambles, but it's far better than the alternative.
Panting and charged with adrenaline, he rips away some of the gnarled foliage in an attempt to see how Sherlock is faring and whether the rodent is finally fleeing.]
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Panting and charged with adrenaline, he rips away some of the gnarled foliage in an attempt to see how Sherlock is faring and whether the rodent is finally fleeing.]