Certainly, Joshua hears the footsteps, but even before that, he can feel it - a dark and lowering presence, all too familiar, oppressive in its force. Odin.

At least Joshua is already armed.

He stops and turns with a fierce glare of his own as the king approaches. Blade in hand and following the other's movements with his eyes, Joshua mentally prepares for this encounter as best he can.

"Barnabas." His grip on his sword's hilt tightens just a fraction. "Know that no matter the true nature of this place, should you entertain any notion of wreaking your despicable brand of havoc here, I shall stand ready to stop you."