There was something altogether satisfying with the resounding thud as the equine's feet so solidly collided into that obsidian rock that coated his hide. It was petty, perhaps, that he should take such pleasure in so denying the steed that harm he so wished to produce upon the panther's hide and yet, that joy existed all the same. The feline disappeared but moment's later from the creature's view, reappearing nearly instantaneously at Frost's side before his powerful hind legs launched himself at his foe, hardly giving the equestrian time to react before his claws met that ivory flesh, digging into the creature's skin. He launched further forward still, his jaws parting only for his teeth to immediately clench upon the horse's neck, that smell of acid hitting flesh immediately filled his nostrils and yet, Tetradore hardly hesitated to bite down harder, letting his own abilities do their work. That scream of equine so seemed to echo on the docks. He could feel Frost's muscles tighten beneath his sharpened claws before the horse quite literally threw himself forward and for a moment, the panther was entirely airborne. His back claws lifted from the ground, clinging to the horse's underside, digging deeper as he made an effort to pull himself further upwards and onto the creature's back.


Riding that bucking horse was hardly an easy feat and yet, the man's claws only proceeded to dig in further, entirely determined to remain exactly where he was, his teeth biting down harder all the same as if, somehow, by sheer force he could encourage the Draft to simply stop. He was hardly ignorant though, by any means, and was hardly surprised when the equestrian, in fact, did quite the opposite. Quite on the contrary, Frost seems entirely content to throw his head backwards and into the panther, the creature's neck momentarily slamming into the panther's already tender skull and in that instant, Tetradore lost that vice like bite he had but moments ago taken upon his foe. His head shook side to side, his body shifting ever so slightly as he tried to readjust in such a fashion to once again give him the upper hand. Despite the flailing of the horse's lips the cat found his claws digging further into Frost's neck, attempting to make it to the creature's head since his neck hardly proved particularly...easy to manipulate given the current moment. What he didn't anticipate was the course the horse had taken, his focus so entirely devoted to his task at hand.


That first slam against the edge of the warehouse entirely managed to catch the cat off guard, a yowl of pain immediately leaving his lips as the right half of his body was so haphazardly pinned against the metal of those walls and the hefty bulk of the horse beneath him. He released his grasp on the creature, scrambling to find some sort of footing before the second collision. His hind legs coiled beneath him, pushing off despite the pain that still laced his right leg. Seconds before that second thud, Tetradore found himself airborne, urging gravity to hurry if only to get out of the creature's way. He had already felt first hand what damage Frost's hooves were capable and hardly wished any further blunt force trauma to his form. He landed but moment's later, scrambling to gain a bit of distance before turning to face his foe once again. His jaws parted, the skin around his muzzle scrunching as he hissed at the hulking creature.


For a moment those emerald eyes so observed the equine in front of him, judging him if only to so divulge any spot of vulnerability upon the horse. It was that flash of diamond that so seemed to sparkle under the moonlight as it so coated his hide. This time, however, his intention was hardly the same level of defence that he had employed before. Rather, it was with care that he so layered that glittering armor, instead so coaxing that formation of glistening spikes to line his hide. It was only once he was entirely assured of their sharpness that Tetradore's onslaught continued, charging fearlessly at the equine that had so strove to trample him underfoot - how well that would go now, hm Frost?