Obadiah’s attempt at socializing was interrupted when a burst of bullets blew his top hat right off his head. He turned his head towards the attackers in shock, though his shocked expression looked the same as all his other ones to a non-arachnid. [i]Bullets, my greatest weakness![/i] He was tempted to seek cover, but no, no gentleman could abandon a damsel in distress. “Get behind me, my lady!” he said to the obviously far larger Jessibelle as he pulled a new top hat from his jacket. Instead of putting it on, he aimed the opening towards the attackers, bracing it with three of his arms, the fourth one still holding his cane. Instead of aiming at the turtle girl and her allies, whom he deemed a less immediate threat, he aimed it past them at the teenage boy with the Uzi. His hat made [i]plof[/i] sound as a weighted red boxing glove flew out, and another one shortly afterwards. During it all, small spiders were beginning to crawl from all the openings in his suit, forming a puddle of them at his feet.