we built this city on broken glass

Did you just call me a wuss?

That very thought was sent to Malia alone through that bond of pack, Frost allowing one eye to lift upward somewhere beneath that fringe of stark white hair. The stallion eyeing her near incredulously then as if his bare-knuckled punch and the shake off his hand it had resulted in was hardly impressive at all. The war horse rewarded with that barking chuckle as his own eyes rolled once more and his attention shifted back to that utter chaos around them. Those rioting bodies pressing closer and closer against him, Frost shoving several more out of the way with that single-minded authority while commanding Malia to simply bite the limbs of anyone who might impede her progress. He simply did not have time for this ridiculous insanity. Someone had to take control- Raven in no such state to do so and yet even despite the wolfs current lack of sense he was near assured this was the most useful she had ever been. Raven, in this state of being, in this feral mind- was impressive. Unhindered by her own ridiculous morals and self-imposed rules of misguided good judgement she was powerful. A weapon. Something to be feared rather then mocked for her meekness. It was this Tetradore should have encouraged in her from the beginning, what a waste.

The sound of shattering cutlery drew his gaze back once more, Frost watching as several monkeys took up that fight against the giant wolf, arming themselves with whatever they might be able to find. Hmm. How useful opposable thumbs must be in animal form. For now however he trusted the woman to defend herself. With her mind reverted to something far more instinctual she was less inclined to thought and more inclined to simply act. That alone surely improving her self-preservation. Malia, for her part, remained easily at his side as he reached those stairs, another woman grabbed by the collar off her shirt and tossed aside like a rag doll. Frost, for all his small size, a far more powerful being then he truly appeared. Malia perhaps the same. The slender woman holding a considerable amount of lean, hard muscle in both her human and animal skin. Frost mounted those stairs readily with Malia beside him, the equine having no sooner reached the top platform only to have some fool from the Ark bark towards him. The manner in which Malia stepped forward to place herself between him and that oncoming threat was hardly missed, the coyotes fangs bared in a clear warning that seemed to prompt at least some measure of hesitation from the man. Frost's own headed nodded in approval of her actions before his own orders were simply shouted back over the roar of the crowd and people below. That authority so finding a way into those cold, sharp words. That tone alone enough to prompt action from Tetradore's own subordinate as the man did as he was bid. Shutting down those securities doors would, in the least, stop anyone from making off with any valuables in the chaos below. Tetradore could thank him for that later.

His continued out across that platform then and past those thrones of sort Tobias and Tetradore often sat within, the stallion instead gesturing to that pole that connected to the beam above- the very own that ridiculous monkey paraded atop shouting orders to his pack below. How curious it was that the monkey was so willing to send others to their deaths and yet his own position kept him relatively safe above. An alpha willing to do what he asked off his own packmates was a weak alpha indeed. Still, there was little time to consider the prospect off leadership here and now, Frost instead far more interested in having Malia put that power within her to use, the coyote having managed to hold it for several minutes now, that alone testament to her will power. He positioned himself easily beside her then, readying himself for that very blast he knew would surely come and yet that phone was fished from his pocket first, his fingers taping across that screen hurriedly as several more monkeys begun to ascend the stairs towards them. They had little time to waste and yet Frost remained near unflustered in any sense. The unflappable stallion the very epitome of calm in that madness. War, after all, was what he had been bred for, designed for, trained for. Those equine instincts cast aside as he merely observed that very world with that near unemotional facade off indifference- as if what he was about to do was hardly significant at all. Malia's chastising about his phone drawing his gaze downward before that ghost of a simper found his lips.

"I was merely informing Tetradore of the impending destruction off his roof. I am a good friend."

That very amusement that seemed to find his features perhaps contradicted that very idea entirely and yet the stallion hardly questioned it further as he readied Malia for that very explosion. The coyote would, in the least, take some relief in unleashing that explosion. His own body rapidly embraced itself in that heat, readying himself to take the impact of that blast as best he could- that subsequent explosion more powerful than the equine had truly prepared himself for. Frost was very near forced to drop toward the ground in an effort to stop himself being knocked from his feet entirely, his own affinity for heat increasing all the more to prevent that heat from that explosion wounding him in turn. The beam was blasted just as he had intended, the area around them scorched, a rather sizeable hole torn in that roof as the brackets fell right along with it to send that monkey tumbling down to the waiting Raven and yet....that very blast had taken out part of the floor as well. That crack of wood seeing the stallion glance down as the floor began to crumble away around Malia and himself.

"Fuck."

The word was barely free off his lips as he scrambled backward and onto part of the floor still firm and yet- Malia was already falling. Frost forced to near throw himself onto his stomach and dive forward, one hand grasping what remained of the railing as the other reached to snatch the scruff of the coyote's neck- the pair left hanging precariously from the edge and dangling above Raven below. God she was heavier then he had anticipated, his arm near shaking and yet he simply refused to drop the girl- his other hand tightening on that railing. Frost steadily beginning to haul her upward.

"I've got you, Malia. Hold on."

The last thing he needed was for the girl to tumble to her damn death else be eaten by Raven in turn. Frost hoping the wolf was at least taking care of their monkey companion and not having some crisis of character once more. The stallion had only just begun to make ground on lifting his own subordinate up when those other monkeys reached to top of the stairs. How decidedly wonderful. Perhaps they would push them both off now. His own teeth gritted in irritation, Frost shifting to hook one foot through that railing instead, freeing his second hand enough to reach down and grab Malia with both, his gaze running hurriedly over her to assure himself she was still conscious if nothing else.

"Malia? I have a plan. I don't have the time to explain it, we are about to be set on by monkeys but I trust you will understand it. Ready?"

It hardly mattered if she was ready or not. Frost so summoning as much off his strength as he could in that moment to haul the coyote upward, the stallion twisting slightly as he did before all but throwing her at those oncoming monkeys like something of a coyote catapult. He had every faith in the woman to see to tearing both those creatures apart the moment she made contact with them. His own breath came heavily with the effort of that very action, Frost reaching to grasp that railing and pull himself up now. If those training sessions with Alexander had improved anything it was surely his core fitness. The equine managed, at last to scramble to his knees, pulling himself slowly up and onto his feet to see the damage Malia had managed before assuring himself she was hardly injured.

"You did well, we'll work on aiming that blast next time though. Come on, we have a riot to end."

That praise was simple, efficient and offered in that same cool tone as always, that sweat layering his own form now as he stepped back towards those stairs, his hand waving for Malia to follow once more as he moved down them. That single flick off his wrist once more given to send Malia ahead of him to clear a path in any fashion she deemed necessary. She seemed to enjoy a decent fight as much as he did- so why not let her? His hand reached effortlessly out for that fire alarm as they passed, setting it off and sending those sprinklers raining down on the crowd and whatever fire was left from Malia's efforts. Frost strolling easily into that crowd then, forcing his way back toward that ring, one hand snatching a steel bar of sorts from the ground. The stallion twirling it effortlessly about within his hand before proceeding to step up onto the stage once more, the man shifting to the side to let Malia join him once she had taken her fill of fighting and forcing those remaining guests to flee. Frost keeping those ropes between himself and Raven for now. The wolf in the least, far more taken with her prey then himself or Malia.

That steel bar was brought solidly down on the side of that stage, the sound echoing across the room and demanding an almost uneasy silence from those who were left. Several of Louie's pack had been subdued, a number of them were dead and the rest had fled or were too injured to flee. A small handful of patrons still struggled to get out. Several more paused now to watch that spectacle. Frost noting readily the wolf's injury now. Her healing, in the least, should stop her from going blind and yet he paid it little mind for now. Tetradore could worry about getting the glass out, else one off his staff could. Louie at last seeming to notice his and Malia's presence.

"My, my, my, what do we have here, hmmm? It appears to me your rebellion was sadly...lacking. You failed to kill any of Tetradore's pack or his staff and yet blood was still spilled in his territory. As he isn't here to exact justice I suppose that duty falls to me. How very unfortunate- for you- that is. He's nicer than me you see."

Frost's gaze hardly lingered upon the monkey at all, his attention instead seeming to be upon the bar within his hand, his words near idle, as if he hardly cared for them all the same. As if he hardly held the fate of another life in his hands. The stallion sighing slightly as he looked down toward Malia

"I am a great believer off blood for blood, did you know that Malia? It is the law of the wild after all. Still, it was not my blood he spilled, or those of my patrons."

Frost glanced upward once more, so looking at Louie at last.

"If it were totally up to me I would kill you, because you challenged my authority, because it sends a message to anyone else who might try and because given the chance you would have killed myself, Malia and Raven without a second thought. As it stands though only one member of Tetradore's pack is here, the one holding you down. The crime was against her, not me. What do you think his punishment should be Raven?"

He knew what Raven thought. She thought nothing. Her mind was hardly in a place to decide and he knew it. That very 'trial' nothing more then a guise and yet- his attention shifted back to Malia.

"Raven seems a little incapable of answering. Perhaps you can act as the jury instead, Malia. What do you think should be done? Should he be held to wait for Tetradore, killed as he would have killed us or made to walk the plank with what's left of his living pack mates and fate left to decide if they make it to shore? Louie stop struggling, it attracts the wolfs attention."

He was, if nothing else, curious of Malia's choice in this. The wild had little compassion, but perhaps Malia did. Then again, Louie's flailing might see Raven eat him well before Malia offered an opinion at all. Frost hardly about to risk himself or Malia's life by getting between the wolf and her potential meal.

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