There was a bit of an awkward pause where thankfully the masked man didn't punch Cerberus in the face (because that would have ended in said fist being halfway down Cerberus's throat in the next thirty seconds), and the duo fell into an awkward tangle with the masked man on his back, and Cerberus looming over him, fangs bared and ready to snap onto the strange helmet.

"ʂʡʨȿϧϗ, ϞϠ!" Yamato growled when his demonic familiar didn't immediately move away. The language was clearly not made for human vocal chords, and sounded like Yamato was snarling past a throatful of gravel, but it apparently meant something to Cerberus. The demon jolted and quickly slinked away from the masked man, its belly dragging on the grass as it crawled its way back to Yamato.

He didn't spare Cerberus a look as he made his way over to the fallen man, staring down at him uncertainly. He was still trying to figure out what the hell had happened in the past two minutes, so excuse the weird looks.

"...are you alright?"