Tetradore offered only the smallest of shrugs at Tobias' inquiry of the girl, finding her to be little more then a distraction when it came to the brawl before him, especially when her interest, like most women these days, seemed focused primarily upon his shadow. Instead of dwelling on these recent developments, however, Tetradore trailed after the were leopard, his interest instead settled on the fight club that Tobias had somehow discovered on his own. Clearly the boy had too much time on his hands, time Tetradore wish he had to devote to such idle fantasies. He settled behind Tobias, his arms crossed over his chest as his intense emerald gaze swept over the ring and the group that surrounded it. It was clear that his companion had been here before and as of such Tetradore had little reason not to step aside when Tobias seemed to know exactly what was required of them to partake in such...play. A game like this was certainly one that he was willing to forgo. His eyes settled intently upon the studying gaze in front of him. He'd never particularly liked the inspecting look, it reminded him far too much of the way Risque stared at him whilst determining whatever newest fate he would suffer.

Thankfully, such a memory hardly lingered upon the forefront of his mind for very long, replaced instead by the rules outlined by the man in front of him. His eyebrow raised ever so slightly at the names of their first opponents, clearly having his own thoughts on it. Never the less, he remained silent as he followed Tobias over the periphery of the ring, inquisitive of who would choose a name so incredibly stupid. His eyes drifted momentarily to the crowd before focusing on the two children that climbed over the opposite edge. His lips pressed together in momentary discontent for the situation he found himself in. This was definitely no game. A soft snort left his nose at Tobias' exclamation though frankly he could hardly disagree with the sentiment. Tetradore could only offer the briefest of shrugs, himself entirely uncertain of what he was supposed to do. Fighting children hardly seemed....fair, fringing on what few morals that Risque had actually left in tact within the man - and that was certainly saying something. His gaze fell with cold apathy on the kitten that dug it's tiny claws into his flesh as he leaned against the ropes that surrounded the ring. Tetradore had his fill of torture and agony for a majority of his life, this was hardly more then a simple annoyance.

He was surprised, however, to find Tobias wrenching the kitten off of his leg, tossing him haphazardly across the roped enclosure and into the ground. Tetradore shook his head slightly, failing to find the same joy that his companion found within their rather abrupt victory. His attention, however, was quite quickly returned to the matter at hand with the ringing of the bell. With a predatory look to his emerald gaze, the man eyed the two individual's that climbed into the ring, their transformations almost immediately catching his attention. "You can take the hound." He replied almost immediately, clearly looking forward to the challenge that the armored stag provided him. He hardly waited for any kind of rebuttal from his shadow, his flesh so effortlessly giving way to the black fur he felt so very comfortable within. His jaws opened, a deafening roar echoing within the small space. The stag, no mattered how armored was his natural prey and frankly, Tetradore relished in the thought of taking it down. He launched on the balls of his feet as the man came crashing forward, leaping out of the way with just enough time to dodge the flailing antlers. Tetradore was hardly concerned by them though, his claws already protracted as he launched himself onto the animal's back, using his claws to dig into the flesh between the small cracks where the armor met as he dragged himself upwards, using his superior strength to quite literally pull the animal down upon it's back. It was natural for the ebony predator, it was all predestined by instincts alone rather then any superior fighting skill, at least within this moment.

He stood above the antlered animal, his gaze watching him flail upon his back and briefly the man found himself observing just how useless his armor seemed to be, especially when Tetradore's claws could so easily and effortlessly slice his flesh. He placed a single, heavy handed paw upon the man's neck, the rules of their engagement echoing through those animalistic urges and briefly his attention turned form his short lived battle towards his companion, somehow certain that the dog had equally as short lived of a fate. This Ark was going to have to throw far better of a pair to defeat them, that he was certain of.