It was truly a rarity when Tetradore allowed Tobias to have fun as he saw fit, the heavy set body guard quite clearly an exception to the norm. He foresaw no reason to spare the bodyguard's life, especially when the man seemed less inclined to turn against his current Alpha. Tetradore suspected that perhaps this individual was akin to what Tobias had become to him - a guardian, a protector, a friend, and perhaps most importantly at this precise moment, a beta. It was only fitting then that his own second-in-command should be given the opportunity to do with the hefty fellow as he saw fit. Tetradore, instead was content to move on, stepping around the man and further into the room. His emerald eyes shifted over the extravagant room with a vague sense of curiosity. He couldn't say that the ornately carved wood did not appeal to him, much less the golden and brass accents but there were some things that he would make certain were tossed overboard. Despite his inspection of the interior, Tetradore remains ever vigilant of the Alpha residing somewhere within it's depths. He slowly makes his way around the room, keeping the attached doorway fully within his view. It was here that he guessed the Alpha to be and it was the entry way that made him most weary.

The familiar presence of Tobias was the only deviation within the man's attention, his emerald gaze shifting to the object within his hand. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly as he inspected the horns, almost surprised that Tobias had somehow managed to rip them off the head of the were. "You made quick work of that." He commented in observation. Tetradore had known that being cramped up inside Isolt's apartment had certainly been driving the boy mad but he hadn't realized just how restless the leopard had become in their short time within what he could only summarize as "the real world". His gaze shifted to the silver tray on the large mahogany table, it's existence only confirming what he had already speculated. He was about to move towards the door when Tobias voice stopped him, calling out to him with a sense of excitement. "Hm?" He inquired, turning around to face the were-creature as he pointed to the lockbox beneath the bed. Even Tetradore could hardly deny the allure of the box. In fact, there were several facets of the room which he would have loved further inspection of but he could not allow himself to relax with the Alpha still somewhere alive within the Ark. He had to be dealt with before they could reap the rewards of what they had looted from the pirates of the West.

His figure pivoted at the sound of the opening door, his body poised and ready for whatever sort of creature might have stepped out of the room. Quickly his eyes scanned over the male in front of him, noting the glasses upon his face, the hat on his head, his thin figure. Tetradore's own emerald eyes narrowed in response, it was this very moment that he had been waiting for. It was much akin to their boss in their pick-your-own-adventure. His attention shifts only slightly, his gaze drifting to his periphery as several mirror images of the man begun to shimmer into existence, quite nearly camouflaging the target of Tetradore's obsession. A small twitch of a simper cross his features, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he regarded his prey. It was perhaps true that the Ark Alpha had the advantage of numbers on his side but this was a challenge that was surely easy enough to dominate. "Let's fine which one really bleeds, Tobias." He commented, an almost malicious look crossing his masculine features. Like Tobias, it was equally as rare when Tetradore was given the opportunity to utilize the skills he had picked up in Risque's care. This was a challenge he was enjoying perhaps a smidgen too much.

He let his skin shift the ebony fur, allowing the panther within to become him. "Do not harm the alpha more the necessary. He is mine." It was the only other order Tetradore gave as his ebony figure stalked forward to meet the approaching men. Twenty-five men might be too much for his own fear inducing aura but, given the veritable boss battle he found himself in, Tetradore was more then willing to push himself to the limit. After all, they were all intrinsically afraid of the same thing, being dopplegangers of the same man. He let that aura of nightmares embrace his own figure but rather then attempting to cause all of the mirrored creatures to see the thing they feared the most, he let his own physic change to whatever creature haunted the man's nightmares. It hardly held the same punch as Tetradore's focused efforts but intimidation could certainly be a powerful thing. His saliva glands were already overworking, providing the man with that acidic hint. One bite was all he needed to discover the fakes from the real one, of that he was fairly certain. He suspected the mirrors would either disappear upon being harmed or, if Tetradore was being wishful, perhaps they all experienced the same pain. Perhaps wounding one would too wound the source. It was a infringing notion, one that caused his ebony figure to launch forward, mouth already open to catch onto the leg of the nearest man, his acid ready to do his bidding.