A split second after both fists give the enemy a wallop, Josiah felt strange--the young monk felt floaty and weird, almost like he could see the battle going on as if viewing it from above, but something was different. Josiah could almost True-See the guy in the hood; this was not some wild eyed demonic looking thing, but a human. There was a strange mark on his face--a tattoo maybe?--and a glow of strange energy around his head.
Josiah was actually beginning to question if he'd actually hit the man--even though he know full well his fists had indeed connected with something solid. A heartbeat later Josiah felt back in the thick of combat and no time had passed as far as he could tell.