Was that his role? More or less. The redhead was good at leaving destruction in his wake, particularly when family was involved. That much was being proven tonight as even more of his twin's blood was spilled, which Junior found so wonderfully amusing. Fun, and it only made him thirst for more. They could go at this endlessly, if need be, for all the limbs that could be strewn about the Sun Room. It was just too bad he didn't have the same ability to heal his wounds and that the gun had a limited number of bullets.

Before he could shout a hate-filled response, a giant sphere began hurtling his way, one that had been materialized too fast to properly react. He tried to jump out of the way, but still received a glancing blow to his back. Junior could feel the strength rapidly leaving his body -- not enough to incapacitate him, but certainly enough to slow him down -- and in the end it knocked him back a little ways more, even further away from his target. He landed hard on his side, tile striking the wound from earlier and causing him to cry out in pain again.

It was bound to leave a huge bruise come morning, but there wasn't time to consider that now. No time, and no reason. Nothing else mattered. Junior raised the gun once more from his position on the ground, aiming rather haphazardly for Albedo's head, and with a cry of "Eat this!" he fired again.