He sees her face contort in rage, sees the way her hand moves back, and Joker has just a split second to hastily breathe out the right words underneath her shouting. "Any blade tossed, a knife thrower could catch-" And, while that title has always belonged more to his brother than him, he is a knife thrower of sorts. Perhaps the truth of the statement helps lend a solidness to his otherwise quiet words. Joker can't explain it- magic and adrenaline make things blurry- but he twists out of the way of the sword and snag a hand out to wrap around the hilt, twirling it out o the air.

It's very fancy, and he'd marvel at it if he wasn't terrified for his life and everyone else's.

Everyone else's, but especially Yuya's as the boy rushes past him. One of these days, his heart is going to stop for real. In that split second, Joker's mind makes a hasty decision. She needs to be distracted, needs to keep from skewering Yuya- He can't throw the sword back (might hit Yuya, Steven, give it back), so his other hand, the wooden one, does the first thing that springs to mind...

And tears the Pokeball off his belt to fling it as hard and fast as he can at the Rose Queen's head.