It is one of the few things the boy truly relishes in, these moments within the ring allowing him a complete and totally engagement of his animalistic side. There is no wrong to be had, his purpose singular and defined, his fractured mind adoring this sense of simple purpose. The manner in which he moves with such fluid intuition beside Tetradore is surely the reason the pair have lingered atop the Doubles Leaderboard so long, each so wholly attuned to the other and yet- this is the manner in which they have always fought. For all his perceived insanity, for all the inability of so much of the world to perceive the boy as anything other then crazed - he is a dangerously perceptive opponent, his threat made double by Tetradore's presence. The pair in sync unlike any other and it is this so many of those in the crowd have come to see tonight. It was rare any reached so high as to challenge them, the crowd tonight having swelled in ready anticipation of it and yet the match itself barely lasted longer then a few moments before the roars of the big cats readily drowned out the roar of applause. It is with ready satisfaction that the spotted creature brushes against his panther companion, head pressed to Tetra's own a moment in an affectionate head-butt between the pair before his blood spatted form lunges out of the ring, leaving Tetradore to collect their prize as the gangly Leopard glides smoothly into the crowd.

There is a distinct note of...swagger to his stride, head and tail lifted in the ready dominance of both his position within the Ark as it's co-ruler and pride within his victory, the congratulations of the crowd earning a satisfied purr from the boy as they moved to part for him. For a moment those golden eyes peer about, rapidly seeking Birdie- his female companion normally the first to greet him after any victory, tail lashing in momentary disapproval at her absence before his powers are readily engaged. His ability to find anything he seeks near instantly assures him of the location of his girlfriend, form lunging suddenly towards the stairs that lead upward, past his and Tetradore's thrones and towards the bedrooms and staff quarters. Heavy, blood-stained paws pad silently across the polished floorboards as he approaches, a single leap seeing the boy land atop the balcony rail as he wanders closer. He is below only Tetradore in rank, above all others and his body language surely speaks of it, golden gaze intrigued, surely and yet wary all the same of this other Leopard. A rumblingly growl of sorts rises within his throat, announcing himself, tail flicked outward to brush along his Birdie in greeting before he comes to stand above the other leopard.

For a moment he simply remains silent, head tilting from left to right in clear curiosity before one paw suddenly extends towards the snow leopard beneath him, hovering, before he abruptly brings it down upon her in a near playful bat of sorts. This, for reasons unknown, seems to bring about an amused huffing sound from his lips, the Leopard form of a snicker as he continues to balance upon the railing, the silver wolf medallion around his neck flashing briefly in the light.

Girl is.....like Tobi....but.....fluffy.....like....the cloud that bites.

That he has, it would seem, noted the difference between his spotted pelt and the thicker, fluffier form of her own is clearly evident, this an obvious point of curiosity and yet what a 'cloud that bites' is remains entirely to be seen.

Girl....does not....belong.....up here...no...no......must go....or Tobi.....drop overboard. Yes.

His lips pull upward into something of a grin, bloodied teeth flashed towards her and yet whether this is a threat, or simply his idea of amusement remains to be seen, his words seemingly entirely pleasant and offered with a seeming ease.

Does girl....want to....play in ring?

Those golden eyes rest upon her now, clearly anticipating her response, the boy a decidedly nonsensical creature, his words a struggle, forced and yet offered all the same. That he is clearly not.....normal has surely become apparent.

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