The hiss and click of the gun pulled from within her jacket, barrel pointed towards his own intimidating, muscular gold and black form sees those dark golden eyes narrow, a hiss sliding from within his lips, tail lashing once more as yet another growl vibrates within his chest, aware of Nadya behind him in the same manner by which is aware, always, of where his pack mates are. What had been little more then a domineering display, however, quickly escalates at the sight of the weapon within the young woman's palm. He does not take well to be threatened, domineering volatile nature flaring violently, unable to understand that the girl did not understand, that she remained unable to sense his scent markers, that she could not perceive his posturing as a symbol of ownership of this space- reacting entirely to what she believes is a threat, his own reaction shifted in turn as those knife-like fangs are bared once more. Hard, lean muscle coils, the big cat preparing to leap, to launch a true attack upon the women, assured he can strike before she can shoot, her words fallen on deaf ears as he lunges- only to be struck by...mist. The reaction is near instantaneous, the leopard caught very near mid-air as he comes crashing down onto his side atop the concrete with a groan of pain, held down by invisible ropes as he struggles for a moment to be free of these invisible restraints before his muscles seem to continue to seize until his body remains entirely held down, save for his head, this single part of himself still seemingly to be able to turn, allowing the young male the ability to caterwaul- and rather loudly at that, the sound an ear piercing yowl of disdain that vibrates throughout the entire garage as he continues to snarl and hiss- unable to understand how this has occurred.

His horrific screeching is cut off the moment Nadya appears, her disdain for him- at times- overridden entirely by the pack bound that sees her rushing hurriedly to his side, yelling at the witches, demanding they release him as dark golden eyes seek her own, assured she will fix the situation and somehow free him so that he may rip both of them apart, violent anger surging around his restrained form as he continues to snarl, deep, continuous rolling growls running from, his throat in a violent promise the moment he is released, trusting Nadya to see this done, his growls a near command for her to free him before it seems his own animalistic state is given to trigger her change, the young woman barely uttering a gasp before she shifts in an explosion of fabric, her slender feminine form replaced by the black panther, her mind instantly finding that connection with his own within this form, the bond of pack a truly powerful thing, one assuring her mind finds his with far more ease then any strange Were may be capable. Pack, after all, is family. Dark golden eyes pull from her own momentarily, frantically flicking from one witch to the other, seeking any sort of threat from amongst them, though indeed in this state he is entirely unable to help Naddy even if he desired it, his role as protector limited in these moments before her mind brushes against his own, a snort of sorts released in response before he returns this unspoken communication as she asks if he is ok.

Stuck.

He utters the single, if not obvious comment, eyes rolling back to the black jaguar as he snorts again, still desperately attempting to force his limbs into action, becoming only more frustrated....more angry with every failed attempt as something akin to panic begins to sink in, one limb perhaps, feeling slightly looser, though by no means enough for him to do more than twitch it uselessly as his head flops back against the cold cement, rapidly beginning to exhaust himself through his futile efforts at escape.

She has...gun.

His eyes flick in that moment towards his original target, assuring Naddy is aware of this potential weapon, if she was not already, before another hiss spits free of his lips. He cannot shift, cannot remove himself from his feline form to even attempt to offer an explanation, frustration leaking from every pore once more.

My territory....all of this is...mine....tell them. They have to ask...to be here...I own this....place. Mine.

He has, in fact, neglected to offer such information to Naddy until this point, seeing no need to inform her of his rather extensive command over the Westside, more then one other being, human or Were alike already paying the rent he demands to live within the territory he has claimed. Though perhaps, now, with such knowledge and within her feline form she will note how heavily his scent lays upon the dockyard and its surroundings. Pinned to the earth or not- he is still the dominant force here and he is content to defend what is his....what is theirs by extension of pack.

Tell them to...fuck off.

Were he able to, he would gladly do it himself- with his teeth.

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