His grip tightens once more upon the thrashing alligator, teething slicing more deeply into flesh and yet his halts his jaws from travelling any further, he knows the strength of his own bite and sees no need to release it upon the creature now as it attempts to turn back up him, teeth snapping as Tobias continues to dodge, the pair locked in a war of snap and roll and hiss as each fights to achieve the upper hand. Nadya is forgotten in those moments, the bond that linked them twisting and turning with her own tumultuous thoughts and yet in the heat of battle Tobias offers them little heed, his own adrenaline high, his blood thick with it- the boy preparing to leap upon the alligator, to hold it down and force it to submit beneath him before tossing it from the ring when Nadya suddenly lunges upon it. For a moment the golden gaze of the Leopard widens in surprise, the panther having been pushed form her mind, her unwillingness to participate, the rejection of the crowd and the bitter taste to her thoughts having seen him fixate his own mind away- until now. He relishes within her sudden participation, the boy used to fighting alongside Tetradore, his movements with his regular companion a flawless, fluid action and yet it takes only moments for him to see such a thing with Nadya in turn. His ability to perceive the movements of others surely assisting him now as the pair unleash a new assault upon the alligator.

The armadillo colliding with Nadya's hind leg is perhaps the first of the small, ball-like creature Tobias has properly seen, eyes widening in momentary wonder before the thrashing animal in his jaws sees him haul backwards a final time, the exhausted, bloodied alligator hauled from its feet and flung from the ring- the crowd roaring in appreciation. The delight of the Leopard however, is short lived, the change within Nadya evident even to himself as his gaze fixates upon her, a growl of warning rising readily within his chest, instinct alone aware of the shift within the woman as his own tail lashes. He understands her predatory shift, perhaps, is prone to such things himself, the taste of blood upon his lips often seeing the boy shift so rapidly between man and animal and yet even his fractured mind understands the rules, Tetradore had enforced them upon him over and over. There was no powers. There was no killing within the ring. It is a forbidden thing. Yet the rising heat within Nadya seeing his own aggression rise. Nadya is as Tetra, as Raven- she is pack, the boy near programmed, perhaps, to follow their emotion, to act as an extension of those around him as his own form lowers, prowling forward, tongue wiping across his lips in anticipation of the blood of the armadillo before him- responding readily to Nadya's energy. It is the shift of the animal back to it's human form that sees him falter however, his action halted, ears forced backwards with the sounds of the screams as a hiss of disdain spits from his lips.

Those within the ring shift back to human form only when they are beaten, it is a sign of submission, this he understands, his own aggression dying and yet the man continues to scream and writhe- his mind struggling desperately to perceive what exists before him as he too, dances so dangerously upon the line between beast an man- struggling, flailing prey seeing his pupils dilate before Jackel's shouts to stop seem to fracture the haze of bloodlust upon him.

Nadya.....must stop.....not for.....killing......cannot....use power....must stop.

His words reach rapidly for her own mind in an effort to break her attention from the writhing man and yet his words fall upon deaf ears, the panther seemingly oblivious to the leopard as a snarl hisses free of his throat. Tetra, he is sure, will be angered by the death of the man, Tobias unwilling to displease his companion. For it is Tetra's disapproval he fears above all else.

Stop! Must....stop.

His voice holds far more authority this time as he plunges suddenly forward, yet it is not at Nadya he lunges, the lanky, spotted creature leaps instead for the fallen man, landing atop him, standing over him, seeking to break Nadya's hold and shield the man from her gaze, unaware, perhaps, that her power may fall upon himself instead as he near wraps himself around the injured armadillo. His lips pull back, bloodied teeth bared towards his companion now, his own powers engage to seize upon hers- the boy rapidly beginning to manipulate the chemicals in her form- seeking to calm her as his gaze fixates upon her own. He shifts backward, pushing the man beneath him as he does, aiming to drag him to the edge of the ring and into the waiting arms of Jackel and his alligator companion as another growl rumbles within his chest- challenging Nadya's own.

For all his shortcomings it would seem he is, in the least, a far more capable Beta then he has perhaps ever shown, finding some semblance of his own sanity in the wake of Nadya's break from her own.

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