For a moment, he feared he'd made the problem worse. The sphere began to expand far more rapidly as his beams struck it, and he ceased their firing almost immediately. He did not wish to cause more harm than had already been caused. 

Relief flooded through him moments later though as the sphere, apparently having been overloaded by his blast, began to rapidly shrink in on itself until nothing remained. It had worked. Now he just needed to apply the same technique to the spheres that remained. His eyes fastened on one several blocks away and he began to float in that direction, but stopped when it suddenly faded from existence. That one was most definitely not his doing. Unless... Maybe each sphere was a separate entity, some part of a greater whole, and it had receded when it sensed the threat to itself. It was a plausible theory, as far as he knew of these matters. Which admittedly wasn't much. 

Then the man rushed up to his left, moving at a speed that would have entirely eluded the eye of a human. Impressive. A second theory began to form in his mind as the man spoke in some language he had never heard before. He was either one of this world's police officers, or the source of the orbs that had been eating away at the city. Given the nature of his dress and weaponry and the aura of dread that rolled off of him, a hundred times stronger than what he had felt from the orbs, James could pretty easily conclude that he was the latter. No harm in being sure though. He just hoped the guy spoke English as well as whatever gibberish he was uttering now.

"Is this your doing?" He gestured to the chaos below, hoping that if the man didn't speak English it would be enough to get his point across.