Lucian
Lucian looks at his comrades, wrapped in webbing. "Mmm. This seems to be rather a sticky situation. Geramon, can you hear me? If these are magical, will they just go away on their own eventually, or are they permanent? And if we set them on fire isn't that likely to, well, hurt the people they're covering? That would seem like a very risky solution."
Lucian experimentally tries to cut Celpher free of the web, taking great care to not get caught himself. If this utterly fails, he heads back to look for a torch he can take.