The were-King's emerald eyes lingered on the form of the massive lion that stepped out from the throng, clearly intending to take on the very woman assigned to him. For being the King of the Jungle, Leo, it seemed, knew better than to turn down the ebony feline that reigned over that floating cargo ship. There was a certain measure of confidence to him, one that was built from few losses from his staunch, bulky frame. Despite his species known for their female warriors, there was no denying the lion was not still daunting in his own right. Tetradore watched in silence as those dark brown eyes of the young coyote so sized up her intended prey, her own physic was all but dwarfed by that larger one and, truly, the crowd seemed almost amused at such a pairing. Even Tetradore had to admit he was curious to see how she might handle a predator far larger than herself. Both were, after all, pack animals and now neither had their pack nor pride to back them up. His gaze briefly met the dark brown of Malia's gaze, only to roll at that fond nickname she had given him all that long ago. His head shook ever so slightly as the young woman's figure slid alongside his own, only to creep forward towards the ring that awaited her.

He watched as she slipped through the ropes, the were-King following within her wake only to settle upon his haunches beside the ring and next to his own staff member. Tetradore eyed that respectful greeting Malia presented her opponent with, only for Leo to offer the smallest of bobs in return. He could see the feline's claws digging into the already scratched floors beneath him, preparing for that moment when Jackal announced the beginning of that brawl. Those words had only just left the man's lips when Malia surged forward, prompting the surprise of surely everyone present. Leo, for what it's worth, was quick to recover from his own astonishment at the girl's brazenness. Tetradore watched as the feline leaned back, well attuned with his own kind to know exactly what the Lion intended to do. That tell was small and quick, almost unnoticeable if not sought for. And yet, the lion's attempts to down the girl were thwarted by a sudden change of the coyote's movement as she pummeled herself into the lion's hind legs, twisting mid-maneuver.

Tetradore eyed the coyote as she slid beneath the lion, those teeth snapping at the creature's underside. She was smart, even he was willing to admit that, despite the recklessness of such move. She seemed knowledgeable of the position she placed herself in, however, quickly moving out of the way to place distance between herself and her dangerous adversary. A small smirk settled upon Tetradore's features at that roar of pain that echoed from Leo's lips, the coyote proving herself to be a worthy opponent as she danced so nimbly upon those paws. The simple fact that she had so easily drawn first blood seemed to aggravate Leo, that fur seeming to stick up on the edge of his spine in wordless retort to her attack. That growl echoed low within the lion's throat as he moved towards her, those heavy paws padding with a certain measure of calm towards her as he moved to corner her, corralling Malia with his best efforts to close the distance before initializing that first retaliation. Tetradore himself knew well Leo hardly had great stamina, at least, not compared to the panther himself. The cat was capable of devastating attacks, of short bursts of speed and utilizing his body weight and the strength that accompanied it. For all his strengths, it seemed Leo too knew his weaknesses.

It was only once the lion was satisfied with the distance between the pair that the cat's gate began to increase, his front paws pushed his form airborne as he lunged towards Malia with those large powerful paws, those jaws snapping in the predatory fashion. Leo tended to be the perfect balance of a fighter - the kind to utilize those bursts of speed for those dangerous attacks that so provoked the crowd's roars and cheers before retreating into that sort of prowling behavior that felines were so known for. He knew when to recuperate his stamina and yet, nor did he overtly favor the shadows and the calm, calculation that Tetradore tended to. However, with moves like Malia's to date, Tetradore suspected this fight would be very interesting indeed, especially with a three-hundred-pound lion leaping at her face.

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