Tetradore could not deny that Syn had an effect upon all those held captive within her ravenous belly. Some it made stronger, some learned simply how to survive and others broke beneath her cruel whip. It had as much of an effect on Tobias has it had himself, as it had the auburn vampire. He had hardly been oblivious to the newfound abilities within his childhood companion though if truth was told, he appreciated a little bit of controlled chaos within the pandemonium Risque so subtly encouraged. It always made Tobias easy enough to find and frankly, he was counting on that tonight. Tonight they were putting an end to this charade in one way or another, of that Tetradore was going to make sure. His fingers grabbed at the bottles in front of him, taking care to pick out her treasured Jameson and his own, personal favorite brand of liquor. They were the only two within his grasp that weren't wasted upon the exquisite decor of his mistress' establishment. He paid no heed to the sudden ceasing of the chaos around him. In fact, Tetradore only seems vaguely aware of his surroundings the moment one of the bartenders fall sway to his companion's magic. His emerald gaze shifted if but momentarily, a rare, fleeting glimpse of a simper touching his masculine features. "I knew you would," It was all he dared to speak in such a precarious moment. He knew that there was every chance the vampire could walk through those ebony doors, seizing control of himself and putting an abrupt end to his newest efforts of rebellion.

It was only that delicate whisper that bade the purposeful man to halt his actions, pausing to take a look at the bar at the empty bottles that once lined it's shelf. It would be enough, enough to hopefully see an end to this awful place that had constricted him for so very long. With a soft sigh on his lips he turned, his features contorting into a frown at the small group that had gathered. Risque would certainly notice soon. "Create a distraction in here and let's go." He commented off handedly, willing to let Tobias unloose the full extent of his power. They needed a little chaos and truth be told, he hadn't quite mastered this new found....death..causing affinity quite yet. Tetradore let the young vampire lead the way towards the exit at the back of the building, and yet he was almost surprised at how little resistance they met. Risque's entire entourage held at bay by the mere presence of the demure girl though he'd been within their wretched world enough to know exactly why. Still, Tetradore had been dragged back to these confines by her vampire brethren too many times to count, enough so that the muscles in his masculine figure were still prepared for the worst fight of his life.

The gentle evening zephyr shifted his dark locks as the were stepped out into the darkened area, a single backwards glance was given towards his companion, making sure Tobias had made it out of the hell hole he had followed Tetradore into. Despite his best attempts to appear apathetic at Tobias and Nadya's return, despite his failed efforts to keep them separate from the bar and despite his lack of visitation of his sister, the were panther still fiercely cared for the duo. He always had. He'd mourned their deaths for far too long - and the day he found them both alive was by far the best day of his entire life. Tetradore certainly wasn't about to loose Tobias now, not with escape so very close at hand. His emerald gaze watched the young vampire as she fished for the lighter they both knew was present. Tetradore had long sense learned the ins and outs of every facet of the building, just as he too knew far too much about every individual that haunted those halls. He could quite honestly say that he wasn't about to miss a single one of them.

He leaned against a nearby crate, hardly willing to leave the vicinity until he was certain to see out his task with his own two eyes. He watched in silent anticipation as the auburn woman pulled out the lighter, letting the flame it emitted catch the tip of her soaked rag. His attention shifted momentarily from the female and her flaming cocktail, a small frown marring his features. It perturbed him more then he cared to admit that Risque had not yet made her appearance. She usually bordered upon omnipotent when it came to the inner workings of her club and they had hardly been very subtle. He tried not to dwell on the possibilities of what such could mean, instead distracted by a hesitant voice. Hie eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as he reached out to take the bottle from her, feeling the weight of it within his hand. His gaze shifted towards the warehouse, memories drifting across the forefront of his brain. He'd been trapped within those four walls for the majority of his lifetime - his childhood, his adolescence and his adulthood. He had little idea of what existed beyond that world, even within the city he lived in. She'd destroyed everything for him. His family had fallen at her hand, his home had been destroyed thanks to her and quite frankly, he'd lost far too many years under her servitude. It seemed incredulous to him that he might finally find some facet of freedom.

It was all those lingering realizations that caused his arm to move, the bottle flying purposefully towards the warehouse. He heard the crash of glass against the building, the flames almost immediately lighting the edge of the building. He watched as the flames spread deeper into the establishment. He heard the screams of the patrons as they realized just what was occurring and briefly he imagined the flames hitting the alcohol Tobias and himself had purposefully soaked the floor with. It was finally over. There was no longer going to be a place for Risque to drag him back to. For a while, Tetradore simply stared at the flames in front of him, vaguely remembering watching his own childhood home burn to the ground. It seemed fitting - like a poetic justice he'd been denied so long and now he was stuck trying to pick up the pieces of a life he, quite frankly, didn't even know how to live. His gaze turned slowly towards his leopard friend, his fingertips reaching out in a rare gestured of affection, brushing against the boy's cheek. "Find me Nadya," He commented softly, offering the smallest of promises, "And then we'll finally go home." Tetradore didn't remember what having a home was like. He wasn't sure where he was even going to begin finding one for the three but he was determined to do so in some fashion.

It was only after Tobias departure that Tetradore turned towards the newly turned vampire. He still had some loose ends to tie up before he could even consider this place behind him and she was definitely one such end. "Do you have somewhere to go?" He inquired, staying perfectly still where he stood. He'd momentarily forgotten her discontent around him and now that his purpose had been carried out, he was once again acutely aware of this discomfort she must surely be experiencing. It was genuinely quite rare when he found himself caring of what others thought of him but she had always been quite the exceptional case.