Orb weaver grit his teeth in frustration as he saw what was left of his get away van. It wasn't that he was just pissed about his mission being screwed with, his laptop had been in there. Orb weaver's vision tunneled, blotting out the undead and the heroes, save one; Cassan. The team nervously shifted at the sight before them, their adrenaline pumping, instincts telling them to flee or fight for their lives, "[color=fff200][b]Men.[/b][/color]" Orb weaver grumbled, his voice hitting an ominously low note that grabbed their attenion, "[color=fff200][b]We are not dealing with regular people. You're free to engage as you see fit.[/b][/color]" he hissed. The word "fit" had barely left his mouth as his team raised their weapons and began to fire, decimating the ghouls in a shred of gun fire before turning to gun down the heroes. Orb weaver stepped back into the door way and began to fire at the one that had crushed the van, aiming for his knees specifically.