Ajax grinned as Ganondorf ignored the grenades like they were little more than a handful of dirt. Yes! at last a fight worth having, a true man's fight! When the gerudo king charged him down, Ajax dropped into a slight crouch and flexed his arms, tensing his every muscle and focusing his entire might on hardening his body against the coming impact despite taking no guard whatsoever. When Ganondorf's feet crashed against his chest, Ajax wrapped his arms around the king's legs. It was like trying to catch a bullet train, and the force of the blow sent both of them clean across the platform, leaving two gashes in the rock where Ajax's feet had dug in trying to force them to a stop.

With only about a foot to go before they hit edge of their battleground, and the magma that flowed all around them, Ajax managed to bring himself to a halt. He hurt. His chest had actually felt the blow, and Ganondorf's feet had left dark burn marks where they had landed. It was exhilarating. But now, now it was his turn. Wasting no breath with meaningless banter, sparing only a grin that was halfway between malicious and truly joyous, Ajax proceeded to quickly lift Ganondorf up by the legs. If the gerudo failed to defend himself, he'd be slammed down against the floor, the sheer whiplash from the sudden tugging up then yanking down enough to kill normal men.