"Okay so we're randomly chosen, quite possibly no factors really telling why we are chosen, and on top of that have no prior knowledge about being chosen or the such. now we're supposed to follow you where ever each of you is heading?" he paused a long moment before shrugging it off "Okay. Seems legit enough.". Cernos then turned to look at Neri and smirk "you know what else you're the perfect height fo--" but he was cut off getting backhanded every which way, giving him one -nasty- head-rush and causing him to fall to his knees, his forehead spontaneously itching... then burning... then growing excruciatingly painful. "What the hell man... Don't blind-side me like that, it's just not fair!" he chuckled before cringing, his forehead beginning to bleed in two small pinholes on either side of his skull, slowly growing wider as two short and relatively thin horns forced their way out of his cranium. His hand came up to meet them or rather linger a few inches away, his other palm beginning to bleed from how hard he was digging his nails into it.