He could feel those claws pricing into his flesh, digging through fur and hide and into muscle and sinew, blood welling to the surface to dribble down his pale sides and yet- to allow the cat better purchase was to allow it to climb higher and nearer his neck, his throat, his single good eye- none of which the stallion so intended to lose tonight. Every muscle within his powerful form tightens, releasing with force as he plunges forward, hooves colliding solidly with the earth before he propels himself upward once more in that violent, twisting buck, head swung wildly with every pivot and sickening jolt. Another roar is forced from his lips as Tetradore's hind claws grapple at his underside as the feline so desperately fought to cling to his back and claw his way further upward. Instinct alone so assuring Frost he needed to remove that weight from his spine. If he could unseat the better riders amongst the hunter council he could surely throw this bastard from him. It is unfortunate, truly, that his bucking so forces the cat to grip tighter in his efforts, those teeth biting more deeply into his shoulder as that acidic saliva burned and maimed its way into his flesh and yet in that moment the stallion hardly cared. His muscles mass was expansive. It would take far more than a bite wound to slow him.

His own head flung back once more, that broad, powerful neck colliding with Tetradore's head as those heavy, feathered hooves collided with the concrete once more, propelling the charging stallion forward again- his trajectory, this time, entirely with purpose behind it. He can feel Tetradore loosen, he can feel that grip in the predator falter- Frost entirely content to do as he had spent a veritable lifetime doing and so turn this battle back into his favour once more. His final lunge brings him closer to that warehouse wall, the equine determined to be rid of that panther before he can claw his way further up his neck or find another hold with his teeth, pain lancing through those bitten muscles and yet his determination to be rid of Tetradore entirely sees his own pain ignored for now. He throws the entirety of his right side against the steel of that warehouse, the sickening crunch of the yowling man caught between his own hefty frame and that steel entirely delightful to his ears as they pinned further back against his skull. That snowy equine lent away once more, his form lifted in a half-rear of sorts to throw himself a second time against the wall and crush his opponent again. Tetradore managing to leap desperately aside and scramble from his reach. The cat turning to hiss and spit ad bare bloodied fangs as Frosts own lip peeled back from those decidedly sizeable teeth- baring them towards the cat in turn as his tail lashed against his flanks.

His shoulder ached, the torn flesh burning in protest as if the creature's fangs were still nestled within his flesh. What the fuck was in this creature's saliva?! It was almost as if it worked in time with his own healing, burning as fast as that flesh tried to repair. Allowing Tetradore that chance to gather himself however was hardly a mistake Frost intended to make again, the stallion snaking forward now with head lowered and teeth bared- his movement uneven, the horse falling more heavily to his left side with every stride in an effort to compensate for that damaged right shoulder. He can see that moonlight reflect back from upon the cats pelt, the glint and gleam of something some reflecting from his hide. Tetradore having decided to conceal himself between that solid hide once more- Frost so misjudging how the man had sharpened his armour into points as the cat suddenly charges forward and the stallion merely charges to meet him. It is only within those last moments, those decidedly precarious final seconds, that his violet eyes roll- noticing only now those demonically sharpened points. His hooves slam into the ground, the equine desperately attempting to halt his own charge now, hooves sliding wildly on that pavement. Those pointed tips would slice his flesh apart, worse, if but one punctured that soft sole of his hoof he would be entirely incapable of standing- that single fault to the design of his species. Horses so requiring all four limbs to stand. That bastard of a cat attempting to save himself from being trampled- that hide now untouchable by even his teeth.

His sliding hooves manage to slow his own charge and yet he can do nothing to prevent Tetradore colliding with him in turn, Frost wheeling away, offering the cat little more than the side of his rear as he turned and yet the pointed fur and claws so tear into his flesh as he does. Frost propelling himself away as best he can as blood flecks the pavement and the stallion lengthens his stride- putting several feet between him and Tetradore now before spinning to face the man again. His own nostrils flare, breath heavy now, ears sliding forward atop his head as that neck arches over and his teeth bare once more.

Is this the game you want to play, Tetradore? Very well.

The words press to the other Alpha's mind alone, Frost seizing upon his own favoured power now, one limb extending forward, the stallion walking forward now, closing that gap between with every step. Attempting to bite or kick the feline would fail entirely, that shield of spikes protecting his outer form- but not what existed inside. The cat's heat signature still entirely visible beneath that covering and indeed in every place those diamonds failed to exist if only for practicality- the crease of the cats joints, the inside of its ears, its noise, its eye lids- so affording the stallion just that access point he needs. It is easy then to so grasp Tetradore's internal body temperature, sending it rocketing upward, his body surely heating all the faster beneath that extra diamond layer- Frost entirely content to simply begin to incinerate the man from the inside and send him sweating, seizing or into unconsciousness as his very blood begins to burn in his veins. He need only avoid the cat long enough to see it collapse...