It is the female maned wolf he focuses upon, her aggression towards his girlfriend seeming to have riled some deeper, more animalistic part within himself that desires to protect and defend what is his own possession- this dangerous obsession intermingled with his already powerful desire to fight and maintain both rank and standing within the battle rings he owns and commands beside his Leader having resulted in a cocktail of aggression that seems to only fuel his determination now to press down this inferior challenger, the roar that parts his lips very near deafening, the wolfess hesitating for the barest of moments as if given to reconsider her challenge before she engages and the tawny, spotted cat lunges to cut her off- the pair colliding mid-air. His own form is more muscular, heavier then the fox on stilts that has dared to lunge for his own companion, resulting in the pair given to tumble downward with the cat on top, seeking to pin her almost immediately beneath him before she manages to scramble free, head twisting like a viper to sink teeth into his foreleg before one giant paw lunges sideways to collide with her shoulder, claws biting into flesh and sinew to knock her from her feet once more before each muscle coils in a second jump that sends him atop her, weight crushing down upon her now- holding her down, forcing her to remain beneath him until her struggles cease as Tetradore had once done to him, tail lashing in irritation as the roar of applause sees his gaze turn to his own companion, watching as Birdie moved to lunge at the deer, batting at his skull over and over until it ceased to move and the wolf came towards him- the sound of the bell and the sweep and the sweep of a broom from Jackal seeking to push him back and away from his submissive opponent seeing the cat retreat back towards his girlfriend.

He moves to press into her, smearing blood against her side, though it is hardly his own, the bleeding shoulder of the maned wolf having stained his fur, the blood shared readily with his own companion now in an expression of pleasure for her actions, the roar of the crowd very near riotous now as two more challenges made their way in. These men....he remembers, this pair holding a familiar scent as his own ears lace back, muscle coiling beneath his pelt now- the men perhaps seeking to take advantage of this lack of Tetradore as their own forms shift, leaving the sizeable alligator with it's armoured skin alongside another animal the boy cannot identify, believing it indeed to merely be another deer- mind unable to identify Camel, the towering creature bellowing now, powerful limbs stamping at the ground as the alligators head proceeds to lift and swing, teeth flashing in the lights above as a growl roles within him.

Which...does....Birdie want?

His words seek her mind, pressing against them now as the alligator suddenly lunges forward, charging with a sudden speed as the camel spits, this assult aimed at Birdie, seeking to blind her perhaps as the alligators teeth aim to fasten about her leg, the animal using it's wholly muscular body to seek to roll and throw the wolf- else snap her leg entirely as Tobias pounces upon it, claws slashing at padded sides as the camels head swings suddenly, colliding with Tobias' ribs and sending him tumbling across the arena, the lanky feline twisting mid air to land upon his feet and spring forward once more. There is not greater jumper then the leopard, the boy very near flying across the arena to land upon the camel now, clawing violently at it sides as he clings to it's hump, sending the animal bucking wildly in an effort to dislodge it assailant....

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push