Jou scrambled up quickly, glancing around. Imagining feathers was one thing, but he was pretty sure his own imagination wasn't strong enough to knock himself off balance. Not to mention, his back was pounding a bit from where whatever it was had hit him with enough force to send him sprawling out on the ground. Still, just because he couldn't see anything didn't mean that there wasn't anything there. He knew that much from hanging around with dead people.
Curling his hands into fists, he forced himself to breath calmly, his eyes narrow as he glanced around. Falling into a fighting stance was as natural to him as breathing, but he wondered how he was going to hit anything that he couldn't see. Hell, even if he could see it, were fists really going to work against anything supernatural?
Dammit, where are your crazy supernatural friends when you need them?