we built this city on broken glass

How satisfying it was to watch Malia fall upon those primates, the coyote needing no instruction as she was all but launched into the fray. Those monkeys seeming taken aback all the same and yet they had little chance to truly understand what had happened before Malia's jaws went to work, Frost barely having pulled himself to his feet before one unfortunate creature was all but thrown over his shoulder by the force off him pack mate. Hmmm. She was hardly as large as a wolf and yet the equine was willing to admit he was both impressed and surprised by the sheer ferocity of the girl. Malia would go far, in time. The stallion hardly made any move to assist his companion, the woman hardly needing it as she decimated that monkey crew. Frost wandering forward only once her task was complete, his gaze resting briefly on her bloodied paw and yet she hardly limped, her weight pushed down in fall upon it and with her accelerated healing the would would likely be closed over within the hour. That flick off his wrist readily brought Malia to his side once more, the pair descending those stairs with ease before the coyote raced forward again to clear that path. Frost himself grabbing several people by the scruff of their shirts to toss them aside. Imbeciles. What poor representatives of Were's they were if this was the impression they gave others of their species. An uncontrolled herd of bloodthirsty beasts. Raven herself hardly any better in those moments and yet her lack of control was perhaps attributed to something more than alcohol and heated blood.

Frost reached easily for that metal bar as he moved past it to position himself outside that ring, the man shifted slightly to make room for Malia beside him before that steel pole was brought down against the side of the ring, that metallic sound echoing across that space until at last he seemed to have the attention of the room at large. He was hardly the Alpha of the Ark and yet it seemed the very beasts that made it up were willing to offer him their submission all the same. How curious it was to see how quickly those animalistic sides, whether predator or prey, so quickly yielded to his own dominant presence. Now the matter of what to do with Louie simply remained. That utterance of blood for blood met with Malia's steady nod as he glanced toward her and yet he was hardly surprised. She was as himself. She knew the law of the wild well and yet- it was not the blood off his own pack that had been spilled. It was not his revenge to take. How disappointing it was. The sound of those others begging for the life of their leader was all but ignored, Frost turning to Malia once more for her judgement upon that situation that existed before them, the stallion careful not to allow his attention to falter from Raven all the same lest the wolf decide to lunge for himself or his own packmate. In her current state she was unpredictable at best. Frankly he was near assured he prefered her like this. She was far more useful then she had ever been as a weak-willed morally righteous human.

Malia's judgement of that situation was hardly unexpected, Frost meeting the gaze off his companion evenly before simply nodding. It was against Tetradore's pack that the crime had been committed and by that notion alone it should surely be Tetradore himself who passed that judgement, else one off his own packmates. Whether or not Louie would survive long enough to meet that judgement however remained to be seen. Raven, he suspected, saw only food and smelled only blood, her mind quickly and easily distracted from one thing to the next in that moment. There was a possibility, he supposed, for rescuing that orangutang and yet doing so posed a threat to the life off himself and his own packmate- a risk he was simply unwilling to take. His lips parted then, Frost about to suggest they attempt to distract Raven in the least from the monkey beneath her and yet it seemed the wolf had made her own decision, Frost merely watching on as she proceeded to finish off that monkey. Those meaning primates all but rioting all over again at seeing their leader devoured. Frost's features, as always, remaining near distinctly emotionless save for that singular frown prompted at the sound of cracking bone. How anyone ate meat was beyond him.

With that lack of monkey, however, it seemed the wolfs attention had turned to Malia and himself. Raven wandering towards them then. Frost holding faith in Malia's ability to teleport them both if need be. That wolf roared towards them then as Frost stepped back from that ring to afford the giant creature more space and move himself out of reach off her jaws- just as a chair collided with the side off her head. Damn fools. That, in the least, seemed to distract the canine from malia and himself, Raven lunging after another monkey as the rest beginning scream. Frost wheeling in place.

"I suggest the rest of you leave unless you wish to join your companions- but not you. I need you."

That, it seemed, was enough to prompt the rest of those idiotic primates to flee, that vaguest touch of a simper finding his lips as he watched them scamper away only to allow his own power for cold to reach for the last of those monkeys. The unfortunate creature hardly having time to respond before that very cold all but collided with it's mind- rendering that sudden brain freeze and unconsciousness. Frost's wrist flicked once more, summoning Malia to follow him as he moved around that ring and toward the wolf now being stroked by that little mexican staff member. Damn Raven and her eye. It would serve her right for being foolish enough to get glass in it to begin with if he left it there and yet Tetradore had spoke off his desire for...family. That alone perhaps prompting the stallion to tend to that injury.

"Malia, drag our unconscious friend over here well you, please?"

He gestured to that collapsed monkey a short distance away before he pressed closer to that resting wolf. There was every chance the damned animal would bite him. A wolf in pain, he suspected, was akin to a horse- unlikely to desire to be touched by a being they hardly cared for and yet she would lose the eye if he merely left her to her own devices. The second affinity was summoned readily now, an illusionary version off himself appearing several feet away from the wolf, that falsified image designed to do little more than distract her and keep those fangs away. The stallion careful to assure her gaze remained on that faked image as it snuck closer. Frost himself approaching from that blinded eye, his fingers reaching out to pluck that very shard from it- the man hardly caring for the pain that surely caused. Not when he intended to heal it. A singular snap off his fingers saw that illusion fade, the war horse hurriedly stepping away from the wolf now before engaging the last of those skills he intended to utilise today. That gaping wound within Raven's eye rapidly begun to heal- that wound transferred from Raven to that unwilling donor- the unconscious monkey at Malia's paws. An eye for an eye. How poetic. Still, Tetradore could hardly complain now could he.

"Come Malia, we are done here. You, with the ears, clean this mess up, you- do a stock take. Tetradore will want to know what was broken. You stay with Raven and don't let her goddamn eat anyone else."

Those orders were given effortlessly to the staff then as they hurried to do as commanded. Frost waiting for Malia to come to his side before heading for that entrance. The cool of the night air almost refreshing. The stallion walking in silence for several moments before that violet gaze dropped to his coyote companion.

"You would have won that fight tonight. Perhaps we should come back in a week or two. I'd like to see you win some more. Well done tonight."

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