The clock is ticking faster, as we live

His shoulder connects with Beauregard's. The jarring reaction sets his claws digging into the mud to keep his balance. Bracing his hind paws to help drive forward as much as he could without slipping and falling, he is pleasantly surprised when his teeth clang instead against Artorias' cuirass. Pulling backward, lips curling into a smirk, he lets out a chuckle as he makes space between his now two opponents. It seemed the blue dire wanted a piece after all! "I don't mind at all," Gil replies, humor in his tone and a sparkle in his goat-like eyes as he quickly sizes up the situation.

As he does, he notices the small fox going for Artorias' ankle. Taking the moment of diversion, Gil steps forward. Trying to move himself beneath Artorias' head so he is in front of his chest, he continues to step forward and try to lunge at Beauregard on the other side. If he can reach the shorter man's face or shoulder, he can maybe use the surprise as a way to take him down into the mud. To help stabilize himself, he swings his hips toward Artorias' chest to both brace himself against the larger man and also hope that Artorias' chest or underside of his chin is scraped by the crystals that line his spine.