s**t
The laughter was a dead give away he had missed his mark, his left hand already concealing another red shell, it would drop into the loader of the X9 as Dyne turned on his heal, at halfway the Caster Gun would already be leveled to hit it's mark, only inches from what looked like feet.
Bang
Once more a round would be released at over 2000 feet per second, breaking sound in less then nano seconds. A pume of smoke wizzing out of the barrel, if the being only a few feet away had been concentrating/planning on whipping the tendrils out, it would be halted the milisecond Dyne's eyes contacted the probable spot the being would be at.