The feline's claws dug deeper into that ivory flesh as he so struggled to maintain his grip, entirely focused on the task at hand to the point that the equine's trajectory went entirely unnoticed. That strike of the metal building at his side collided into him with a force that knocked his breath out of his lungs, pain lacing his body with every wheeze as he failed to suppress that cry that left his lips. He struggled with his grip, no longer intending to climb the creature so much as in an effort to escape finding himself once again stuck between that building and the solid muscular form of the massive stallion. His body moved quickly, suppressing that pain in a frenzied instinct to take flight. The horse reared ever so slightly and Tetradore took that singular moment to quite literally throw himself off the ivory creature and land upon all fours on the cement beneath them. He dashed forward, knowing well the damage those hooves were so capable of doing if one singular one fell in just the right way. Thankfully, he was able to gain enough distance to turn upon his feet and once again, face his foe. His lips peeled back, that threatening hiss reverberating within his throat as that saliva once again pooled within his mouth, so entirely prepared for what would come next.


His emerald eyes fell upon that lowered skull, watching with a measure of intensity as the creature's nape so seemed to move in a fashion more akin to a reptile then the mammal Frost was. Such a gesture, however, hardly perturbed the predator in any true fashion, after all, in such a simple gesture, Frost had quite literally provided him with ample access to that part of his body that held the greatest of interest to him - the skull. His teeth were uniquely shaped, his jaw had a bite force that could rival even the lion. Still, even with the knowledge that bringing such a death to an equine of his kind should be relatively easy, Tetradore was certainly not the type to so underestimate his foe. After all, he had heard and seen first hand what Frost was capable of when the desire struck. It was perhaps that alone that caused the ebony panther to so call upon his newest mastered affinity to coax his darkened coat to hold some measure of defense. Weather or not that gemstone was enough to stop the few affinities he knew Frost held still remained to be seen and yet, something was better then nothing - was it not?


That crystalline material so coated every inch of his body and yet, despite the strength of that stone it moved as fluid as liquid around his animated form. That rock built with his desire, covering his hide with sharpened protrusions as his jaws parted to release that roar. His powerful hind legs dug into the cement beneath him, propelling the feline forward with a measurable speed, all too willing to simply charge at the much larger and vastly heavier Draft. That reckless maneuver, however, was aptly rewarded with the same headlong stride from his opponent. The distance between them began to close with remarkable speed, both men entirely content to simply confront each other quite literally head on. At least, that was until precariously little distance existed between their forms, that dimond armor so becoming apparent as it glistened beneath the moonlight. He heard Frost's hooves pounding at the surface, struggling to cease that accelerated charge with sliding limbs. Tetradore's own pace quickened in those desperate moments in which the horse so attempted to shift his body, the creature all too willing to allow his form to collide into the ivory steed's rear, those sharpened points so tearing at flesh for those mere seconds he was provided the opportunity before the steed sought the sanctuary that distance could so provide him.


His emerald gaze remained upon the ivory steed, his steps moving in an entirely casual fashion forward back towards the beast, entirely unconcerned in his gait. It was a mistake he would later regret. A soft snort left the panther's nose as Frost's voice so reached out to him alone and yet, Tetradore hardly bothered to even so much offer those syllables as way of response. Instead he continued his steady pace, willing enough to meet the creature head on as Frost turned to face him once again. He was oblivious, in those precious moments, to that heat signature Frost had so effortlessly found, much less that fashion at which his body temperature seemed to increase, at least, not at first. Rather, Tetradore's attention was entirely pointed to his next measure of attack, the feline so attentive upon the tender tendons of the horse's legs. He believed entirely in the hardness of that diamond as his ebony form broke out in a lope, the feline moving with a purposeful ease as he darted around the equine, merely needing to so come close to those tender areas before willing to allow that sharpened armor to do it's own harsh damage. It was, perhaps, an attack taken entirely out of Frost's own book, the feline entirely content to simply throw himself into Frost's hind legs, entangling himself between the horse's feet in a fashion that only cats seemed capable of doing. He was hardly perturbed by the idea of being stepped on. Rather, Tetradore welcomed it if only for damage he knew he was capable of causing.


Unfortunately, that havoc he so intended to wreck hardly lasted long before the panther found himself panting. It was something so insignificant and yet, something that caused Tetradore to nearly falter. He remembered well that story Alexis had told him of a man so burning from the inside out and yet, perhaps naively he'd hoped such diamond might protect him from even this. The panther took a moment, stepping away for the equine's form to gain some distance and, in turn, ceasing his own assault only to find his attention for once entirely ignoring the man who had so destroyed much of his pack and tore apart his family. The diamond so seemed to shatter in that moment, the feline nearly demanding his body to react in the way it usually did to so keep him cool and yet, even that sweat that so protruded from every pore failed to seem to be enough. His gaze slowly shifted to the horse with an icicle glare and yet, as his foot rose to step towards Frost, his step faltered, his body swaying dangerously.
It was hardly much longer before that ebony panther's form so hit the hard concrete beneath him and for a moment, Tetradore merely laid there in an effort to remind himself to breathe. In those precarious moments, all Tetradore knew was how utterly hot it was. How his skin felt like it was on fire, his blood in his veins felt like each moment consisted of a molten magma instead of the blood he knew had run through them. Healing that heat that so laced his form was not entirely what their restoration abilities were capable of and in that dreadful moment, Tetradore's abilities so failed him. His eyelashes fluttered close, that body still focusing on that simple breath for just a moment longer before even that too begun to still into a deadly eerie stillness. For a long moment, the ebony feline remained entirely still - deadly so even. And then - it started, that first flicker of red. It started at his tail, moving quickly till every spare inch of that ebony form was so engulfed in flames, those hot, burning configurations tore at flesh and muscle - it burned away bone with a quick intensity that it surely shouldn't and then, as those flames sputtered out, all that remained was just the flecks of dark, cooling ash.