His delight is palpable, even within his Leopard form, paws batting at the steering wheel as the truck proceeds to crush everything within it's path, the heavy, giant vehicle rolling easily within the stadium- much to the delight of the roaring crowd that surrounds them as the boy only seems further delighted at the gathered people and the trucks that roar around them in all directions, dark eyes flicking widely from one window to the next in anticipation. Ever since his youngest days he has been drawn, as any boy surely is, to anything upon wheels. He is childish perhaps, in his mentality, thoughts scattered and broken, incapable of one single thought for any extend period of time and yet the continual roar of engines and screeching of tires readily absorbs that cunning young mind. He cannot perceive his own predicament nor understand the seriousness of the situation he has found himself in- the unfortunate Birdie dragged along with him in this moment. He sees only trucks, smells only fuel and adrenaline and burned rubber, incapable of understanding the danger involved as he remains comfortably seated in his leopard form within the front seat, the tense nervousness radiating from the wolf that scrambles into the seat beside him ignored for now as he continues to watch the show occurring all around him- demanding only to go faster in the machine he has never before been allowed to drive under Tetradore's tutelage- perhaps for very good reason. He cannot calculate risk, cannot make sound judgement- one paw lifting to press upon the horn and further clear the way, a cat-like snickering hissing from his sizeable jaws as he does.

Birdie's sudden shouting saw his own ears lace backwards in displeasure at such a high pitched tone as she returned to her human form, the Leopard holding no desire to do so until Birdie began to move about his own form shifting, fur and claws replaced with hair and skin, hands reaching to grasp the steering wheel now just as he has seen Tetra do so many times, scowling slightly as Birdie proceeded to pull seatbelts across him.

"Stop that!"

That she was attempting to save his life was entirely lost upon him, hand batting her away, his own moving to honk the horn again as their truck proceeded to circle, the boy continuing to turn the truck to the right, somehow managing to dodge an incoming truck as he did, hands clapping excitedly- oblivious to Birdie's utter terror, jerking the truck suddenly to circle to the left before rapidly beginning to pull the steering wheel to the left and right over and over, the truck weaving wildly across the arena before Birdie moved to place her foot upon the accelerator- meeting his request for speed as another look of delight seemed to seize him before she grasped his own hands, forcing them into the ten and two position upon the wheel as he offered her little more then a glare- unwilling to share steering privileges in this moment. Her words are met with a tilted head, eyes narrowed slightly before he moves to glance down towards his own feet 'eyes on the road' a lesson he has clearly not taken before the boy is very near thrown from his seat in the collision that assures- eyes wide in evident shock as the truck that had collided with them proceeds to rapidly reverse, wheels screeching as it prepares to come back for a second hit- Tobias moving to flick aside the dark locks of hair tangled within his gaze before glaring towards the blue monster truck that had collided with his own, eyes returning to Birdie.

"He...hit us! Tetra....says we....cannot....break the cars."

That he believes this other truck to have broken the cardinal rule of the sports car enthusiast everywhere that prevents even a scratch from marking the perfection of the paint is clear, the boy proceeding to lean out of the shattered window to peer at the sizeable dent within the door and truck side.

"I do not....think this...will come out."

That this is hardly an important incident in this moment remains to be seen, one foot extend forward to press against the pedal Birdie had indicated- the truck launching suddenly forward once more, the blue truck narrowly missing colliding with their own purple-hued vehicle as Tobias barrels forward once more, tearing across the center of the arena before suddenly serving once more. His driving is.....entirely questionable, sudden charges across the arena met with sudden and explosive turns, erratic weaving that threatens to unbalance the truck entirely along with sudden, bizarre circles as if the man very near forgets the wheel is capable of any other direction, managing to avoid the walls each time- if only just. His driving however.....is entirely unpredictable and so entirely without sense that it would seem the other trucks are very near incapable of hitting him, one large, green and silver truck careening out of control and into the nearest wall as its attempt to strike the wolf and Leopard goes awry. Hands jerk upon the wheel once more, his truck pulled out of yet another sudden series of ridiculous circles to veer wildly to the left- colliding with the side of a red truck in a near perfect (if not accidental) strike against another contestant- the large beared men within exploding in a string of expletives as Tobias simply proceeds to beep the horn once more, foot slammed more firmly upon the accelerator to push the red truck half way across the arena and into the wall- much to the evident pleasure of the crowd as Tobias only seems further delighted before pulling away to begin driving in circles once more.

"This is a....fun game."
I'm going to fucking kill you both!

That the bearded man within the red truck has evidently taken offense to the crushing of his vehicle is surely clear, the red truck roared into life once more as Tobias proceeds to swing once more to the left, tearing across the arena- the red truck in close pursuit, head turning to look back and towards the other man whom follows them, unaware of entirely what he has steered them towards as his eyes return to the arena before him, head tilted slightly.

"How do I...go up hills?"

That it is not a hill- but a ramp clearly remains to be seen, one hand lifting to point towards the rapidly approaching jump he believes to be nothing more then a hill....

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push