Despite the man's once interest in the mechanics of the new ring and the potential savings it could provide them, his attention was quickly directed instead to the leopard man leaning on the ropes across from him. Games were something the pair excelled at - the ring even more so and although Tetradore didn't step down from his perch nearly as often as his companion, he had watched the boy well enough to know his mannerisms. His green eyes rolled ever so slightly at the boy's insistence that he was entirely capable of terrifying the panther. After all, Tetradore had lived with fear for long enough within his life that he sincerely doubted his companion capable of even half the terrors he'd already experience. Still, he hardly voiced a syllable on the topic, instead lounging in an entirely lackadaisical fashion against his corner of the ring, his emerald gaze following the boy as he suddenly started making his way along the line of ropes. Tetradore knew all too well that this minor fascination with the lines was hardly little more than a stunt to be exactly where he wanted to be, the male's muscles tensing the closer that Tobias stepped towards him and yet he remained entirely patient - simply waiting for what he knew was going to come in some manner or another. After all, the game was more important than anything else.

Tetradore remained entirely steadfast upon his position against the ropes, watching, waiting even. He noted the way his companion had quite purposefully turned his attention away from the man and yet Tobias' declaration had hardly had an impact upon him - at least, until the moment he had been waiting for finally arrived. The boy's leg collided squarely with his own and yet, with his body quite literally leaning against the corner, it took little more than a gripping of the top rope to right himself, instead shifting in the same abrupt fashion that his companion had. Tobias, however, had a head start, at least enough of one that before the large ebony feline had entirely completed that ripping of muscles and rearranging of bones, the spotted cat was already in the air. He felt the weight of the leopard collide into his body, pushing him downwards and onto the mat and yet, the feline hardly hesitated to retaliate, his feet quickly gaining the buoyancy he needed thanks to the new and rather improved springs underfoot. He would have to congratulate jackal on a job well done, though he couldn't help the momentary wondering on just how well the mat would handle claws.

Despite the momentary distraction, Tetradore quickly pulled his head back into the game, his more human mind having already calculated a rather peculiar notion. Despite the pressure on his neck, and the weight on his spine, his own form was far larger and stronger than that of the more agile leopard. It was hardly much of a feat to throw his weight backwards, his front paws coming off the ground in a fashion that more represented a rearing stallion than any mere cat. His physic hardly stopped there, however, instead continuing the journey backwards, battling those feline instincts of falling. His back paws had only just left the ground before his body began to twist in the way cats naturally did, though it wasn't as if he had the space to complete his instinctual roll and instead, in a rather undignified fashion, Tetradore would have found his side falling upon Tobias' belly - assuming the boy hadn't somehow managed to escape in which case, Tetradore surely would have assured his own loss. But hell - who said a little russian roulette wasn't any fun?