Orb weaver found himself rather surprised as he was once more saved from the wrath of the heroes. "[b][color=fff200]I'm either the luckiest man alive, or the universe just likes to watch me squirm.[/color][/b]" He growled as he stood up and examined himself a bit. His ribs still hurt, and at least one of them was likely bruised, however nothing felt broken at the time. The criminal noticed his gun lying not too far off from him and retrieved it before taking aim at the massive outline of Casan, still slightly visible through the smoke. "[b][color=fff200]You know, I don't think i'll feel too guilty about killing you. After all, it isn't murder if you aren't human.[/color][/b]" He hissed with a sneer as he opened fire. Thanks to the smoke, Orb weaver wasn't quite sure where or even if he was hitting Casan, however he was certain that with two more magazines to spare he'd get lucky eventually.