As The Sparrow Flies

Wow how generous.  And yet Ajax grinned all the same, wide and toothy, liked the idea of an audience that he could win and everyone would see. There was a risk he'd lose, there were always going to be risks but the thought of failing excited him even more. Had his heart racing, a spark of feeling in his chest as he moved closer, easy and causal, oversized tail flicking in an attempt of a wag. If having Gil in charge meant more chances to fight, and win or lose, then why not follow him?

They were close now, standing head on with a tension mounting as Ajax savoured his first move. He always liked fighting on beaches, enjoyed how the sand felt between his toes, all soft and squishy. With no word or warning, he hooked his paw and flicked it out, expertly yeeting sand at Gil's face as he kicked into motion, dashing forward as he lunged with snapping teeth. What did he feel like biting today? Muzzle was always fun, cheek too but for one reason or another his eyebrow called out to Ajax. Who expected an eyebrow chomp after all?