His eyes narrowed and his breath caught as the new orb manifested, his body tensing and preparing for an attack that didn't come. He floated down to the roof that the other man now stood upon, landing softly in spite of his mass. "Their lives may be safe from your orbs." The man spoke the truth about that much, at least. James' senses told him there had been no loss of life below, so far at least. "But what of their livelihoods? How are they to live when your orbs have eaten away their homes and jobs? You may be powerful, but I doubt even you can predict every eventuality, every building that will collapse due to your meddling and crush the innocent beneath a mountain of debris. There must be an end to this." 

Without any further ado, James burst forward too fast for any human eye to follow, gripping a protruding antenna not more than two meters from where he first stood and hurling it directly toward the other man's shoulder, the one that connected the arm holding the orb to the rest of his body, with all the speed of a sniper's bullet. The man had to be stopped, but James was not yet willing to kill him.