Gonna draw your last breaths, at the end of our Mek’Leths

Ajax couldn't say he was overly surprised that someone thought to retaliate, that eventually the Raiders would have to be the ones on the defensive. It wasn't like he was all that bothered, really, he kept to himself for the most part, wandering the beaches, staring out at the sea's horizon. The ocean was his home, but fighting was what made his heart beat in his chest, was what kept in going when his moods soured like rotten fruit. He made no effort to gallop onto the scene, took his time and rocked up to the party fashionably late. As always.

Fights were already well underway and Ajax watched them from afar as he padded along, the sand soft beneath his toes. He was making himself out to be a target, a big orange target just strolling around on the beach. And that was the point really, someone had to want to try him out for size, surely.