He ignores the shoving of the fae woman against him, even the full weight of her petite form shoving into the thickened muscle of his spotted hide barely seeming to shift him. The lanky deviant far more powerful in such a form then any mere Fae could hope to be. One ear rotates backwards, listening to her words and yet he offers her no response as the gold of his gaze fixates upon the fight before him. A deep, rumbling growl of displeasure vibrating through his form. He holds his ground only because he has not been ordered to do otherwise, because it is not his fight to have, because he is reluctant to bare his teeth towards Raven and yet still he watches. Each slash of claw and snap of fang seeing his form tense and tail lash, the adrenaline and metallic smell of blood rapidly beginning to tease and pull at his animalistic side. Samantha shoves harder against him, enough to pull herself into a standing position and yet Tobias simply shifts in response, refusing to allow her past, continuing to ignore her pleads for him to do something. He understands her words and yet she does not understand. It is not his place to move, it is not his fight to have- not yet. For all he is incapable of he is entirely capable of understanding the Law of Were and indeed he is assured he will not interrupt Tetradore's battle without cause. He dislikes such a thing, intensely so, each muscle within his form tense and rigid, fur puffed outward like a disgruntled housecat and yet he responds simply to those around him, to the energy within the air, his need to protect both wolf and panther pressing upon him and yet here and now it is Raven he does not understand. It is Raven whom misbehaves. Perhaps she is his girlfriend and perhaps he cannot bring harm to her yet too, in turn, he has spent a lifetime walking beside the panther and it is not within the interests of the fractured Leopard to allow his chosen Alpha to come to harm.

Samantha's hand presses suddenly against him in the same moments as Raven's size seems to increase, rapidly propelling herself to the size of a bear, colliding with the walls in an effort to throw Tetradore aside as Tobias spits his disdain and the panther is suddenly thrown into a wall. It is this singular action that perhaps sees the last of Tobias' patience wear thin. Instinct perhaps, will not allow him to hurt his companion et that very same instinct is...enraged at such disrespected afforded to their Alpha. It is this rage perhaps, coupled with the fear that suddenly seems to tear through his form that finally seems to provoke the spotted boy into further action and yet fear.....fear is perhaps the worse of emotions with which to inflict upon Tobias. He does not know fear, not truly and as such his mind is not made to handle it. The very last time he had felt fear he had been a child, what remained of his sanity having been cast aside that night and the notion of fear along with it. He dislikes it, is loath to feel it, that fear twisted almost forcefully into a frustrated, enraged fury as he is ripped forcefully away from Sam.

His claws rip forward from within his paws, scraping violently across the ground in a futile effort to prevent himself from being moved before his gaze searches from Tetradore once more, assuring himself his companion is again upon his feet as Raven continues to prowl forward and towards the fae girl, the giant wolf moving slowly as another roar erupts from within the Leopard. This one holding far more frustration. His mind however, or what remains of it, rapidly reaches for Tetradore's own. He has hunted so many, many times beside his companion and it is simply this hunt the boy engages in now, seeking to draw Tetradore's mind towards his own alone and find a ready unison with him.

Tobi will....make shadow.....for Tetra.

There is not explanation as to what this means and yet surely Tetradore has lived long enough with his ever faithful shadow to understand that something is bound to occur. Two of the tossed chairs launch suddenly and abruptly upward, ensnared within Tobi's mimic of Raven's own power before suddenly and forcefully colliding with the lights above- shattering the glass and plunging a large portion of the Ark into darkness as glass rains down from above. A huffing sound, a cat-like snicker, erupts from within his lips. Tetradore and himself can see far better, after all, in darkness then Raven can ever hope to, the boy seeking to disorient the wolf, even momentarily and yet by that same motion he has expanded the veritable playing field for himself and Tetradore ten-fold, doing entirely as Tobias does best, shifting the odds to his own favour as he reaches now for Tetradores powers of shadow-based teleportation. The Leopard disappears abruptly, reappearing suddenly beside Sam, form wrapped around her again, teeth grasping her shirt before he teleports once more taking the fae woman with him and entirely out of reach of Raven. He lands easily behind the bar, the heavy wooden counter providing something of a barrier for the girl should the giant wolf somehow manage to find her again before Tobias moves away once more. Leaving Sam to either hide or find something with which to defend herself.

He slinks now like feline liquid, seeking Tetradore's mind again within the darkness and yet he hardly affords him any message, he simply seeks to fall in time with him- knowing well the other cat slinks within the darkness too, circling about the wolf now, golden eyes glowing briefly within the gloom. Instinct warns him still from harming the wolf and yet the veritable cocktail of emotion Sam's influence of fear had so resulted in seems to drive the Leopard forward all the same as a decidedly eerie silence descends upon the ark and Tobias presses ever closer- seeking to time his assault with Tetradore's own. After all- it is moments like this in which they are at their best, the boy relishing in such hunts, assured now of Tetradore's position upon somwhere Raven's other side before Tobias barrels suddenly forward. He launches towards the front limbs of the overly large canine, aiming to collide with her at the same time as his companion- Tobias aiming to take out her legs and bring her crashing down. Birdie after all....is being very.....bad.

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