The ebony feline settled upon his haunches as the ringing of the bell invaded the space, announcing the end of the conflict. His emerald gaze observed the retreating figures, his ears flicking ever so slightly as the sound of the expletives filled his mind. A small, almost undetected glimpse of satisfaction filled his stoic features, his attention shifting from his defeated opponents only by the sensation of fur brushing against his side. He could sense the pleasure radiating from his companion and for once, Tetradore found himself entirely unable to disagree with then amusement. Violence was something that Tetradore knew all too well, it was something he had come to find gratification within, even if he would never admit it out loud. Risque had finely crafted her own murdering villain and a part of him hardly opposed. His gaze refocused on the game at hand as the next set of opponents entered the ring. His gaze traced the feminine figure of the woman watching an older man stagger up behind her. Silently, he stared at the giggling couple, a small gagging sound echoing from the back of his throat.

Thankfully, Tetradore had to observe with their fondness for each other for very long before their concentration returned to the battle at hand. He watched their human figures melt away to colored fur and giggling snarls. He knew what they were, even if he'd never seen one up close. Slowly the panther rose to all fours, the sound of Tobias' intangible voice filling his head. "Yes.". It is the only thing he offers to retort, having no further information to give that he knew the boy would find relevant. Instead, he turns his attention towards the circling creature, fully ready for the fight before them. This one would surely not be as effortless as the one before it but, if Tetradore was truly honest, he was rather looking forward to the challenge that it might provide. Unfortunately, such was not a struggle he would be given the opportunity to triumph as his prey was quite immediately jumped upon by a member of the crowd no less! A small huff left his lips as he watched them, only half paying attention to the words of the guard as he shoved money into Tobias' palm.

It was Tobias voice that pulled his attention away from the fight, letting the metamorphosis of his species overcome him till muscles and bones shifted into something far more human. His fingers wrapped around the offered money, his gaze brushing over the amount of bills in his hand. It was the first time in Tetradore's entire life that he actually had money of his own. The notion was enough to cause him to pause, glancing back at the ring with a brief hint of surprise. He kept the cash in closed fist as he followed Tobias from the Ark,silently trailing behind him as Tobias led the way to whatever their next adventure was going to consist of.

In truth, Tetradore had never considered what the pair had done prior to finding him at Syn. It was difficult for him to perceive the life they had if only because he hadn't believed they were even so much as alive. He watched the man enter in the number, the door unlocking before him as Tobias led the way into his home. He was silent, taking in his surroundings as he watch the boy scramble upwards, clearly quite comfortable within the confines of the room. Apart of him was jealous in some fashion, if only because he couldn't even remember what it was like to be at peace within his own home. "It's very nice." He commented softly, hardly bothering to ask who this bird was that he spoke of. His attention shifted towards the shoe box shoved towards him, his gaze glancing over the contents with a soft laugh. Sometimes he was amazed by just how little changed within his friend over the year, sometimes it baffled him.

"Lucian?" He inquired, the name leaving a sour taste within his mouth, even if he couldn't immediately tell why. He took the offered gun, a small frown crossing his masculine features. He had never seen a paint gun before. In fact he didn't even know the existed. Real guns? Surely, but he was familiar enough with those to know that this was not what was settled within his hands. He watched Tobias wander away and for a brief moment he was inclined to follow. That was, until Tobias saw fit to actually shoot him. His reaction time was slow, the capsule exploding into his chest, causing a soft hiss to leave his lips as the paint exploded over his skin. It hurt but not enough to bring any protest to his lips. That was until Tobias vaulted for cover, shooting all the while. A small scowl crossed his features as he maneuvered abruptly, dashing behind the nearest object he could manage. It took him a few moments to figure out how the gun worked before he was able to turn and fearlessly return fire upon his companion.