The dark eyed boy moves to allow his attention to return to the rapidly approaching 'hound' as Tetra had called it, feeling the shift of his companion beside him, allowing his own body to twist and meld, content in the pack bond that so readily finds his mind and assures him of his Leaders closeness in these moments as the lanky boy is replaced with the lithe leopard. Golden amber eyes fall now upon the tan and white pit-bull that barrels forward, his own jaws parted in in a snarl, form crouching as muscle coils beneath that spotted pelt- seemingly content to hold his ground, claws slicing divots within the earth beneath him. For a moment the pit-bull is almost given to hesitate, surprised perhaps by it's opponents refusing to run or initiate it's own attack, the dog seemingly brushing this aside as he barrels forward and one armoured paw strikes out from the hissing cat to collide with the side of the dogs face within that last possible moment, sending it careening several feet as it stumbles, momentarily dazed as it lunges back onto its feet. This moment however, is all the leopard requires, Tobias leaping smoothly forward after it, his own snarls mingling with the dogs frantic growling as he falls upon it, teeth grasping is scruff, biting down more firmly on the back of the animals neck, throwing his weight against it, the pit-bull's limbs entirely unable to hold it upright beneath the weight of the cat as it is forced to the ground- Tobias clearly content to take this moment to sit on it entirely, ignoring flailing limbs and snapping teeth, a bitten rear leg his only injury and already healing.

The satisfactory ringing of the bell sees the boy obediently lift off his opponent, an orchestra of cuss words spat in his direction as the stag and dog move to clamour out, a satisfied purr within his throat as he moves momentarily to brush up against Tetra in satisfaction, clearly enjoying himself within these moments, coming to sit beside his blackened brother as the bell rings once more. The women that steps into the ring pauses momentarily to wait for what is evidently her mate, an equally blonde man reaching for her hand as he steps in beside her, the two seeming far more interested in each other than the waiting cats, taking a moment to giggle with each other before they see fit to actually shift, the resulting animals seeing Tobias' head tilt off to one side, tail lashing in confusion.

They are....dogs?

He has never seen a Hyena before, let alone two, the ridiculous laughter that seems to spill from his enemies lips only further seeming to confuse him, a heady growl rising within his own throat, the demonic looking dogs fanning out to either side of the ring- when a very large and irate dark-skinned man proceeds to leap the barrier and tackle the male Hyena. You owe me money! Her mate being set upon sees the females attention rapidly move from the feline pair, launching herself at the man, teeth fastening into his arm as an all-out brawl seems to ensure, Tobias content to simply blink in surprise before he feels a hand on his own shoulder, head turned back towards the Mexican man from the entrance, letting his leopard pelt recede now. Hey Gato, this counts as a win for you and your friend, next time you can fight in the big league, none of this...shit. He pauses briefly to gesture to the brawl being broken up behind them. This is yours and his, for winning tonight, split it anyway you want, eh? A rather exceptional wad of cash is pressed into his hands, no less than a thousand dollars that he simply moves to hand to Tetra, oblivious as to what else should be done with it. If Nadya liked to collect the green paper, maybe Tetradore did as well, his ability to perceive monetary value near non-existent. That Risqué is sure to take it from them, should she find it, something the boy has clearly not considered.

"Come on, Tetra...I have....to show you...something else."

The deviant's lack of concern surely proves that such fighting is not uncommon as he moves to head for the door once more, oblivious, or seemingly so, to his lack of clothing as he wanders back out and onto the docks, pausing to wait for his companion, content to allow the night air to brush against his flesh as he moves to head now towards Lucians Armory and the building he had once lived, wild dark hair still falling about his face. It is a rare thing indeed for the deviant to have his best friend all to himself, Risqué so often in the way and as such he seems determined to press this momentary freedom as far as he can, bare feet pausing outside the building as he gestures towards it.

"I used to....live here...before...Syn. We can...go in, no one is here...tonight."

Long fingers move to tap against the key pad beside the door, Lucians efforts to teach him the key code finally seeming to have paid off, cunning mind at last having memorized the pattern, though he remains oblivious to the numbers- stepping inside the armoury the wolf owns, every wall decorated in layer upon layer of weaponry as the bare footed boy heads up the flight of steel stairs and to the landing and training gym above, gesturing now to the rafters and the hammock above.

"Birdie....made that for me."

He grins now, white teeth flashed in the darkness, clearly pleased to show his Leader such things as he reaches towards another shelf, pulling down a shoebox the he abruptly presses into the other mans hands.

"These are....my best toys....you can play with anything...you want because I....like you the best."

Sixteen years he has been away from him and as such it would seem he is determined to make up for such lost time, offering Tetradore the pick of his shoe-box full of.....unusual items, plastic figurines, bones, bottle lids and building blocks- anything he deems worthy of play. Perhaps he wears the body of a twenty one year old, yet the boy has not grown-up a day in all the time Tetradore has been away.

"But first....we play with this. Here. Lucian...taught me this game."

He moves to offer the emerald-eyed man what is very evidently a...gun of some description, pulling his own down moments later, expertly fiddling with the weapon before he moves to wander back and into the training gym, taking aim at Tetradore mere moments later, lip quirking upward in a grin of clear disobedience before he fires, his aim rather exceptional, the blue paint bullet aimed straight at Tetra's chest, exploding harmlessly, if not rather solidly against him should he not have made any attempt to move before a snicker rushes from Tobi's lips, the boy vaulting behind a punching bag, using it as a shield of sorts as he reloads, firing again now at Tetra's left leg.

"Tetra is...to slow."

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