[b]Rift Hound - Maroni's Restaurant[/b]

Joshua tried and failed to fully duck under the table, acting on instinct rather than intention. As he dropped to the floor the table struck his left shoulder and he heard sickening pop followed by a wave of nausea and what started to feel like a dull ache. His brain wasn't able to fully register it at that moment, but his shoulder had been dislocated. His vision was still hazy and the nausea that was washing over him wasn't helping either. To him, the stranger had seemed to just float out of his Pocket and he'd had no time to react.

Closing the Pocket he'd tried to use as a trap, Joshua fumbled around on the floor with his still functioning right arm looking for a weapon, his hand wrapping around what felt like a stick or discarded walking cane dropped by one of the hostages. Focusing on the object in his hand, Joshua dropped his physical form into his Pocket, becoming intangible whilst trying to extend the intangibility to his weapon. Luck, it seemed, was starting to turn in his favor as the object in his hand became intangible along with the young teleporter. Skirting backwards and lifting himself into a sitting position, Joshua prepared to swing his weapon at the approaching figure once he got close enough.