Caesar stood, and stretched his new body. His muscles had grown and strengthened, his bones had created living armor. His arms had mutated, his right arm a shield, the left a blade that ended in a razor point. He had grown a second pair of arms, meant for grabbing and pulling. His eyes turned and looked at the rising landing. He grunted in anger, took four large steps- and wings that had nestled in his back sprang out, pulling him high, and able to grab onto the raised cover. He pulled himself up, and as soon as his head cleared the basin, he let loose with an ear shattering roar, using his shield To block the shots that were sure to come.