The ebony feline's ears flickered at the sound of those whimpered noises that left the lips of that young woman. Tetradore scarcely could put a finger on how he felt regarding her, and yet, he could hardly stand by and simply watched as another ravished the frame of the young woman he found himself, at times, enamored by. It was that simple state of vulnerability that spurred the feline into action, the feline padding forward without any further consideration given to his wounded paw. His weight was fully placed upon that leg, the King far more focused upon besetting the man in front of him with that fear he could feel radiate from the assassin. He was relatively certain the vampire deserved to feel that some sensation of terror that he impressed upon the girl and Tetradore was content to so fulfill that role. His attention was entirely set upon that man as he prowled forward, letting his own affinity slam into that undead corpse. Though that scent and need to escape hardly seemed to radiate from the stranger, Tetradore was oh so acutely aware of that hesitancy, and in turn, the man's efforts to fight him in the same fashion Frost had once done. Tsk tsk, does he not yet realize how futile it was?

His body tensed in preparation of that attack, his entire form shifting to lower to that ground in a fleeting indication of his intention before the feline's back legs propelled his whole body forward. He was aware of that single word upon the man's lips, that name he was so displeased even hearing uttered by the vampire and yet, even Tetradore was entirely caught off guard with the body he collided into. That sudden flash of ivory before his vision hardly went unnoticed, those bright blue eyes but briefly meeting the emerald of his own and yet, even Tetradore could not best gravity, his own abilities of teleportation not nearly quick enough. Rather, the only mercy he could so afford her was to sheath his claws as his jaw collided into her shoulder, the man nearly cutting off that acidic venom with what rapidity he possessed and yet, even that would not help the saliva already within his mouth as his teeth touched the woman's flesh. Those moments after occured with such a quickness that even Tetradore was caught off guard.

The sound of her scream caused his ears to pin back upon his head, the man nearly immediately releasing his hold upon her and yet, that hardly stopped the sizzling of that acid as it tore through cloth to meet flesh. Her body collapsed beneath the sheer weight of his figure, the panther landing upon her and yet, he remained precisely where he was, those emerald eyes quickly redirected towards the vampire, the feline entirely content to bare those fangs all the same. Though he was well aware that this was his own fault, he wholly refused to move from that protective stance upon the girl, that hiss instead leaving the cat's lips at the man before him, unscathed, commented on his own actions. That growl reverberated deep within the creature's throat at that mention of 'punishment', his tail lashing wildly from side to side behind him and yet, despite those assurances that the fellow would return, Tetradore remained, all the same, watching with an intense anger until the vampire disappeared entirely from his acute vision.

It was only after his nose no longer picked up the repugnant scent that Tetradore shifted to Vhalla's side, allowing that shift to overcome his body till he was left kneeling naked beside her. His lips were pressed together, his eyebrows furrowed and yet, gingerly, Tetradore reached out to her, shifting her head so he could get a better look at what he had left her with. His gaze narrowed ever so slightly as the man surveyed the damage and yet, he knew well that there was particularly little he could do to reverse it. Even Nadya's healing affinities had been ineffective against the wound he'd left Tobias with. Tenderly, Tetradore gathered the woman into his arms, moving her from the floor of her living room and towards where he knew that bedroom was. She needed rest, and she needed a wet rag to get off any of his saliva that still remained before any further damage could be done, the were King determined to do what he could to make up for that lapse in judgement, though really, he might never fully forgive himself for that mark he had added to her frame.