Tetradore was assured that this was utterly ridiculous. It was entirely nonsensical for the young woman to assume she was capable of so besting him with mere hands alone. That simple fact of nature was so utterly against her in this and yet, she seemed all too content to charge at him like some raging rhinoceros! It was all too natural for Tetradore to so call to his affinity, simply disappearing at the last possible second from that anger consumed female, instead quite purposefully re-appearing but mere seconds later far out of her reach. He was hardly surprised by that fashion in which she regarded him with such an increased antagonism, as if this notion of running was somehow an insult to her assault. Still, Tetradore wasn't fully intending to simply shy away from the girl. It was painfully clear to him that her childish notions and increased arrogance had to come to an end. The were-king didn't bother to offer her even a single syllable before removing that leather jacket, his shirt following soon afterwards.

Tetradore was entirely aware of that young woman's gaze settled upon him as he reached down for that button on his jeans, undoing them too with that same purposeful motion. The zipper followed soon after and with ease, that material was pushed to the ground and though he knew well she was watching him, the man hardly lingered long, ignoring her words now with the same ease in which he had ignored every other word she'd spoken since her decision to so attempt to best him in a fight. Rather, the man allowed that shift to so overcome his body, those bones snapping and growing, those muscles lengthening and shifting, his body growing that short ebony fur and in mere moments that wild junglecat stood in place of that hispanic man. His tail lashed behind him as those jaws parted to release a truly threatening roar. Those intelligent green eyes, however, never once left the female's figure, entirely attentive to the way in which she paused, almost as if she was finally beginning to doubt her fool hearted decision to so goad him.

That moment, however, hardly lasted long before she so called out to him in the fashion so many others had done before her. She, no doubt, had made the same mistake that they had - simply assuming that because he was feline, he might take such a threat to words often pronounced in that adoring tone. In truth, it was perhaps her sheer ignorance that irked him far more than any other words and taunts she might have spat at him. That snow crunched under his paws as Tetradore moved forward, his muscles nearly rippling under that ebony hide and yet the beast was hardly aware of that trick she had up her sleeve, at least, not until it was too late. Her movements were wholly quick in that moment, impressive, to some degree and yet that so called bomb exploded in a plethora of smells that assaulted his senses, making the creature pause. Tetradore reclined upon his haunches, one large paw raising to bat at his own features as a series of sneezes so assaulted the man, so destroying his previous attentiveness to the young girl and, in turn, affording her that moment that she so desired.

His claws remained sheathed as that crunch of snow beneath shoes saw his ears twitch, his gaze rose just in time to see her hurl herself at him, her small frame colliding into that several hundreds of pounds of muscles and fur. He shook his head one last time to free himself from whatever she had so thrown at him before he turned, entirely unconcerned only to find her grasping at his neck like a mere child, her leg thrown over him as if riding him was somehow going to best him. Dear lord, she was no better than his sister's kittens! Those muttered words so saw a chuff leave his lips and yet, he hardly left her to wonder that question for very long. Instead, Tetradore merely flopped, in a very abrupt and entirely dramatic fashion, onto his side, laying in that snow and, in the process, pinning her leg beneath him. He hardly stayed there long, however, affording her but mere seconds before the panther rolled onto his back, crushing her with weight alone as his four paws were so lackadaisical held within the air. In fact, the large cat looked more ready to play then ferocious and yet, he remained entirely aware of the woman beneath her, ensuring his movements hardly caused her any great harm and, indeed, remaining upon her only long enough to ensure she got the point before the creature rolled onto his opposite side, nearly completing the circle. His head shifted, that large cranium smacking into her cheek as he glanced upwards at her, those emerald eyes seeming to suggest his own sort of 'now what' in return.