He had failed to anticipate that diamond shield skin that coated the panthers ebony hide, the pain of the lacerations within his own only further fuelling his anger at the cat, truly rational thought giving way to something far more primal and instinctive. Frost eternally prone to giving in to his more animalistic nature when the opportunity arose, his form snaking forward now in a manner entirely equine as he bore his teeth at the opposing Alpha, tail lashing at his flanks in irritation. His shoulder burned far worse than any of the scrapes and slices those claws had made against his now bloodied white hide, whatever was in Tetradore's saliva seeming to sear at his very flesh like spurs in his flanks. That pain however, so laced with adrenaline only seemed to incite the stallions anger, the man of decidedly poor temperament at the best of times, here and now he sought to do entirely as he had been designed to do and obliterate the thing in his path. A head on charge entirely within his skill set, after all, was it not what his species was designed for? To charge headlong at whatever his rider chose? His shoulder protests his sudden lunge forward, blood flowing freely from several wounds now and yet as long as he remained upon his feet Frost was assured Tetradore held truly little chance despite his sharpened weaponry, those heavy hooves striking against the earth once more- sending the far heavier warhorse directly toward the approaching feline.

It is the darkness perhaps, coupled with his own lack of vision that assures he sees that hidden dermal armour far too late, both forelegs thrown forward in a desperate effort to slow his own form, hooves hardly designed to grip that slick, concrete surface beneath as Frost finds himself sliding all the same. He can see Tetradore increase his own pace, violet gaze narrowing in frustration at the impact he knows will come, Frost no longer capable of preventing it. The stallion, instead, seeking to do the only thing that remains to him, attempting to twist that powerful ivory form away from the spiked barricade of the panther and offer his previously uninjured rear end to the predator. Those vile spikes spear into the top of his left hind limb and too- the muscular rear of the stallion, tearing at flesh and muscle, a cry of pain so forced from the horses lips as he seeks to push himself away within the same moment- several vast strides opening the distance between them before he pivots in place. One violet eyes rolls backward, eyeing his dammed hind end, ears lacing back into the thickness of that bloodied mane, the stallion shifting his weight as if to test his own strength all the same, pain lancing from several places and yet will power alone was a truly astounding thing within this horse. Frost entirely inclined to remain standing if only to spite Tetradore entirely, nostrils flaring now to echo across that empty pier before he strides forward once more.

It is his affinity he calls to this time, Frost entirely content to play the game as Tetradore so seemed to desire they play, with powers rather then simple tooth and claw, gaze narrowing upon his adversary now- those words pressed into his mind. If Tetradore wanted to play this way then so be it. Typical predator. So entirely assured of himself as they all were. Yet another to add to the list of those whom had underestimated a pony. Finding the panthers heat signature is effortless, Frost so rapidly beginning to raise that temperature upward further and further, degree by degree, with each and every step closer as he slowly closed that distance between them. Tetradore breaking from his own lope was hardly unexpected, Frost merely raising his power harder and higher if only to take out the animal before it might reach him and leave the other Alpha unconscious upon the dock in a mess of sweat and blood. What he had failed to anticipate however, was some last ditch effort of Teteradore to take him down too, the cat launching suddenly at his hind limbs as if to merely collide with them with no sense of self-preservation. His own lack of speed assuring dodging such an assult was near impossible. Frost plunging forward in an effort to bring his hind legs clear as the cat collided with them. One hind leg sliced cleanly as the horse lifted it high enough to step over the cat, the panther momentarily caught between both before colliding more fully on that remaining left leg- Frost struggling to balance atop three alone as those wicked spikes speared and cut with every frantic struggle before the stallion blundered forward all the same, stumbling now onto his knees, hind limb entangled with the cat- one hoof kicking violent (and stupidly) at the creature in an effort to dislodged it. The ground by far the most dangerous place for him to be. Instinct alone demanding he get up. Frost so inclined to feel fear for perhaps the first time tonight. He would die if he stayed down. He was assured of that.

That delicate inner sole of his left hoof is cut open before he manages at last to scramble back onto his feet- his left hind held upward, incapable of placing weight upon it any longer. Teeth bared readily now as the war horse stumbles to face the panther once more, Frost more then willing to fight him like this if he so needed, his affinity still firmly pressing upon the cat- his own pain and momentary fear resulting in a spike of that power as he met those emerald eyes entirely. He can see the man faltering now, he can feel the heat radiating from him, every system in his form so rapidly shutting down to that intense heat and yet Frost hardly relented, hardly released- no part of the man capable of that sort of mercy. After all- this is what he is made to do, Tetradore had gotten in his way. It is the panthers fault alone. He had warned him. The collapse of his opponent is inevitable. Frost releasing that hold only once Tetradore is down, gaze watching the cats chest rise and fall before suddenly it....stops. For several moments Frost remains aware of nothing but the pounding of his own heart and the flare of his own breathing, thin rivulets of blood running down his sides still as his gaze returns to the panther, waiting for it to breathe again, assured he had hardly killed the bastard.

Get up you damn fool.

That sudden flicker of fire sees his own gaze widen, ears pinning once more, assured this was some trick by the other Alpha before those flames began to slowly engulf his form, Frost assured he had ceased his own power and yet.....the panther was burning. Flames tore at flesh and bone, obliterating it with a heat Frost himself is assured he had never created, the bloodied stallion merely watching until there is nothing left but ash. The body beginning to blow away in the wind, confusion tugging at his own mind before his gaze so feel upon her. The girl. Samantha. Frost having all but forgotten the wretched little thing as his own shift abruptly falls away, leaving the stallion upon his human knees now. His wounds far more extensive in this form, his legs unwilling to hold him any longer, his breathing forced into gasps as his gaze flicks from that pile of ash to Samantha and back. He'd killed him. Like he'd killed others before those precious few times he'd lost any control. Fuck. It is the knowledge of the pack alone that sees the man struggle to his feet once more, Frost entirely incapable of taking on any other and surely....surely they would come, would feel that bond snap and Samantha...she would tell them and Nadya....god.

"He brought this on himself. He challenged- he lost."

The rasping words are tossed at Samantha alone, Frost already beginning to move, the man limping as quickly as he was able into the shadows of the warehouse, determined to get as far from the West as he could, his fingers already reaching for his phone, Edie's number springing to life on the screen. Frost entirely content to run.