Tobias is assured of his own lunge, the spotted leopard barrelling towards his companion with force. He has known Tetradore longer then he had known any other individual, even in the years they had been separated he had loyally, almost dutifully, followed his companions trail before determinedly sharing his imprisonment with him if only because the boy had refused to leave. He knows Tetradore well, he knows the mans most likely actions in near every scenario. Yet- Tetra cheating had not occurred to him. This a scenario he had not planned for, though truly it is debatable how much of anything Tobias ever plans in depth as he lands atop the space his companion had once held. A hiss of dissatisfaction spills from his lips, claws scrabbling in an effort to slow himself, those lanky limbs skidding ungracefully in all directions before the boy collides with the corner of the ring. He is hardly injured, dark eyes narrowed instead upon the pole in the corner of the ring, as if it is to blame entirely for the events that had followed his lunge. One paw lifts suddenly, Tetradore ignored for several moments as his claws extend, slashing at the pole in a decidedly childish tantrum and yet Tobias is often content to punish inanimate objects in much the same way- satisfied with the claw marks rendered across it, tail lashing at Jackals shouted disdain before his gaze turns upward and at last to his companion.

Tetra is....cheating

He is sure of the no powers rule and yet remains distinctly aware his companion had ignored it entirely. The lanky Leopard however, hardly seems concerned by such things, Tobias as entirely inclined to cheat in any given scenario himself- the boy merely content that Tetradore had changed the rules as opposed to breaking them, the deviant seemingly satisfied with this notion until his companion lunges downward with the clear intent of landing atop him in much the same fashion as before. The boy is provided with barely a moment in which to respond and yet he has learned from this situation already- and he will not be fooled twice. Not all that exists within his mind is fractured beyond repair, indeed there is much within him that understand this game entirely too well. His enhanced instincts for such things only furthering his ability in this regard as he simply moves to do as he does entirely best- mimic Tetradore.

He seizes the man's power with ease, disappearing from beneath him, leaving the heavier, stronger Panther to land atop the ground, reappearing instantly above him- atop him. It is, quite possibly, an even cheaper move then Tetradore's own and yet cheapness in any sense means little to Tobias. His ability to perceive such a concept is near non-existent. He understands only winning and in this game he is sure he is winning. He is convinced, this time, that he has landed atop the other man- quite content to attempt to hold him to the floor now. That he has used his own Alpha's power against him remains to be seen. Honour, after all, is as equally foreign to the boy as his own relative cheapness. He had spent years living upon the streets, trailing after his companion. No battle there had ever been fought with any sense of honour and as such the concept of it failed to exist, rules existed to be broken and truly the spotted cat delight in it. The only rule he remains content to follow is that of keeping his claws sheathed and his teeth away. After all, he holds no desire to draw blood- his affection for his companion far too great for such a thing. He merely desires to be declared the winner and to have Tetradore play with him for the rest of the night- sure a decree sure to be his first.

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