Vanisher yelped as pain shot through him and his body wen towards the ground. His body flickered and the lines of his tattoos glowed, he folded 'into' himself and appeared a few feet away before he even hit the dirt. Unlike some teleporters who had to think to use their abilities, teleporting was the default setting for Vanisher, if he was in danger, or even just spooked, his powers would kick in and put distance between himself and the source of danger. He was a coward, even at the genetic level.
A long string of swears left him as he grasped at his hip, glaring daggers at the taller, hairy male from where he knelt. His teeth ground as he fought to get through enough of the pain to get to his feet again. He hated that smelly little animal...