Ouch. Sam lay on the ground letting out a hollow groan as he looked over at his dislocated shoulder. His arm just dangled there limp as Sam slowly leaned up. He let out a pained hiss, pausing a moment to see how O-Chul was holding up. The tosser didn't seem to be able to take as much as he could dish, Sam figured as much. Though Sam wasn't out of trouble yet, the ball of chi O-Chul shot off was still bouncing around, and unfortunately, it seemed intent on interfering with the fight between Naja and Pacho. Though Sam was in no condition to stop it moving, and even if he was he couldn't move anywhere near that speed.

Sam growled as he stood up, his arm swinging a little causing Sam to yelp in pain. [color=cadetblue]"Gaaah!... Ddd-dammit..."[/color] Sam clutched his shoulder. Panting heavily Sam started to jostle around his arm looking to realign it, while he did this he did take note that he'd need to get his clothing fixed. For now, Sam was out of the fight.