Tetradore stepped with meticulous care over those flailing limbs, decidedly impassioned to the plight of his decided enemy's lackie. He cared particularly little for the screaming that echoed in the air, the distinctly metallic scent hardly perturbed the male in the slightest as he made his way towards the crocodile's side. Her vice like grip upon that unfortunate soul was immediately released, the man's leg clearly mangled beyond recognition and yet, the sight of such a grotesque happenstance was regarded little more than with raised eyebrows. She was certainly a delectable powerhouse, of that Tetradore had little doubt. He glanced at that trail of crimson and tissue that followed in the wake of the man so desperately attempting to seek distance from the pair of vicious weres and yet, in the end, Tetradore knew it would do particularly little good for him. Such a fool. His emerald eyes shifted towards the so called 'man of the hour' as he stared blankly at the sight before him. The poor guy clearly couldn't comprehend that he had been out maneuvered. He thought business was just a thing he could jip someone on and leave? He thought he could stay within Tetradore's very harbor and somehow make it out of this with everything? Oh, how naive he was.


The man leaned down, gingerly brushing against the reptilian hide of his companion with a touch that surely could have been taken as nearly affectionate. And yet, for all the threat his voice held within the depths of those velveteen baritone lyrics, his advisory failed to move from that spot, stricken with such paralysis he so clearly was. A small frown crossed the lips of the Were-King, his eyebrows furrowed as his gaze narrowed and yet, even he was hardly oblivious to the change in the air between them. There was a certain sort of anticipation. His foe clearly expected his body guard to further protect his asset. A soft sigh left Tetradore's lips and slowly, the man stood, his spine straight, his head held proud as he simply watched with a frigid stare. He watched that hand pull that flash of metal from the man's pocket and in those precarious moment, it seemed the bodyguard wasted little time. The sound of that shot rang through the air before Tetradore even had a chance to call to his affinity, and yet in those still moments after, it seemed as if time itself so hung within the balance. Each of the three men froze, the two clearly astonished they had not managed to harm their assailants whilst Tetradore himself glanced down at his own perfect caramel physic. If not him then...?


His eyes immediately shifted to the young woman at his side, surprised to see that softness of flesh at his side. His eyebrow raised ever so slightly as the woman slowly moved to stand, spitting the casing of the bullet in the direction of the gun wielder. A cheshire grin slowly worked its way upon his features as the girl so tore the firearm from the last of their lingering prey. He hardly made a move to stop her as she turned the barrel of the gun onto the man himself, firing but seconds later and with a spray of blood the man fell to the deck of the ship with a thud. A soft chuckle left the man's lips as the woman turned back towards the last remaining man and yet, this time, her voice and the absence of any of his paid help seemed enough to send him skittering into the depths of the boat. Tetradore's own hand settled all too easily upon the reptilian woman's waist, his green eyes fully directed upon her. Even he couldn't deny there was a certain level of allure to that treacherousness the pair seemed so capable of creating. It was rare for Tetradore to give into the crimes he was fully capable of committing and yet somehow, Askaree managed to pull such demeanor so effortlessly from him. "You are quite the feisty thing aren't you?" He commented with a husky tone on his lips, his gaze surveying her with an increased interest than before. "I should bring you with me more often."


It was that jingling sound of keys that capture the were-King's attention once again, his head held out for the small silver set as it was deposited within the palm of his hand. "Good, get off my damn boat and next time, bring me the money you owe me and I won't have to take from you, will I?" He motioned with his head towards the dock, entirely content to see the man scrambling for the shore - any where away from them. His back was given towards the man as his hand dropped from Askaree's waist, fiddling with the keys to pull one from the silver ring. He presented it to her with a small simper, "As promised." He responded simply before his gaze shifted towards the body that rested on what was now their deck. Hm, they would have to do something about the mess they made.