At this point, Yamato was thoroughly scuffed up, his shirt smeared with dirt and grass stains, with some rips and tears here and there, the sleeves rolled right up to his elbows. He managed to twist his and Cerberus's positions, forcing the beast to be shoved off of him and onto the side while Yamato rolled away and into a crouch, pretty much looking just as animalistic as his demonic familiar -

Before he spotted Miyako in his periphery.

He straightened up properly, holding up a hand to stay Cerberus's preparation for a lunge. "Miyako?" he called.