Orb weaver found himself fighting the urge to laugh as he laid into Casan, he was by no means a man who took joy in the idea of killing, especially considering he'd never murdered someone before, however this was different. Maybe it was his growing aggravation towards being interfered with twice, perhaps it was the affront to his until recently unmarked reputation, or perhaps it was a deep seated primal need to remove something that was not human, but Orb weaver felt immensely pleased with the thought of killing this [i]abomination[/i]. The gun clicked empty, prompting a curse from Orb weaver, he could hear Serena telling him not to kill Casan, however before he could retort, he felt an excruciating amount of pain in his gun arm. The criminal dropped his weapon and clutched his limb, noting that there was now a kunai embedded in it -rather deeply he might add-, as well as three more embedded in his gun, destroying the weapon. To further add to his troubles, the calvary that Casan had called in had arrived, and said calvary was [u]pissed[/u]. Orb weaver took a moment to glare balefully up at Morningstar but relented. "[b][color=fff200]Alright, i'm gone. But me and the shape shifter have a score to settle. Feel free to tell him that.[/color][/b]" Orb weaver yelled over the sound of the helicopter before shouldering his bag and taking off.

It was time for him to call it quits on his antics it seemed. After all, the knife in his arm would require medical attention, possibly even a hospital visit. Orb weaver chastised himself as he ran, ashamed at the fact that he'd gotten greedy during the chaos and chalking up everything that had happened as karma biting him in the ass, "[b][color=fff200]I'll just go buy a new goddamned laptop tomorrow. For now it's time for a bit of rest and research on these "Young Justice" punks...[/color][/b]".