Jou's eyes widened as he felt something strike him hard in the back again --for fuck's sake, was he fighting an invisible bus, or what?-- throwing out his left arm to try and catch himself as he slammed against the pavement. Catching himself on his palm, he grunted as he felt something snap in his wrist, the pain sharp and instant, but he forced himself to roll over, cradling his wounded arm close to him. With the adrenaline rushing through his veins and covering up his pain, it was hard to tell if his wrist was really broken or just sprained, but he didn't really want to stick around and find out.
Scrambling up, he held his left wrist with his right to keep it steady, his eyes darting around as if maybe he could see whatever was attacking him this time. He should try and make a run for it, but he doubted whatever was attacking him would let him go that easily. Still, he had to try. He wasn't some damsel in distress, waiting for someone to rescue him. Fuck that, he was going to try and run and ditch. It was the least he could do.