Ajax laughed. It was ridiculous to even think about it, absurd that anyone engaged in such a merciless contest of strength would laugh in the middle of it. But after the kick connected with his face Ajax was laughing. Laughing as he flew across the air, faster than some actual rocket-propelled projectiles, and towards a mountain. It wasn't a mocking laughter, nor a nervous or insane one. It was a calm and subdued but obviously happy laugh. The joy of fighting, of at last having found an opponent worth fighting after so long. Ajax was happy. It was unlikely Ganondorf could hear the laugh, considering their distance and the speeds they were travelling in.

Whatever the case, Ajax stopped laughing when he hit the mountain. The impact could be heard near the ruins of Castle Ganon, over the chaos unleashed by the weapons in Pete's pod, over the sounds of fighting and the card games and everything else. A terrifying explosion combined with the sound of rock crumbling. The ground all around shook. The mountain itself shook and saw an odd kind of cavern-like crack open on its side as Ajax's body carved it apart from the force of the gerudo's attack. His nose was leaking blood and, as Ganondorf approached, he spat out a bloody glob as well. He took a few steps to separate his back from the wall he'd carved with it.

[i]Hell of a kick[/i], he said with only seconds to go before Ganondorf smashed into him. He was truly, honestly happy with the fight after finding no challenger for so long, but this wasn't it. Ganondorf was not the one. He was not his match. As the tyrant lunged in with no regard for his own safety, looking for the big right hand, Ajax stepped right into it. That microsecond when you feel your fist land flush on the opponent's face is perhaps when a fighter least expects to be counterattacked. And when the Dark Lord's fist landed, the very instant, he was in turn caught by Ajax's left hand [url=http://i.imgur.com/3wg0Lbx.png?1]crossing over his right arm and smashing straight into his face.[/url]

A picture-perfect cross-counter, with Ajax's force behind it. The clash of the two powers was catastrophic and an even louder detonation ensued as their fists made contact. The shockwave was brutal, easily mistaken for an earthquake, but what was truly astounding was that a chunk of the mountain was suddenly...gone. Aside from the area the two fighters were standing in, the entire mountaintop had been blasted into nothingness from within, reduced to rising cloud of dust and rubble that would certainly be cause of concern for the lands nearby. Under the dark sky, standing atop the new, flattened mountaintop he'd helped create, was Ajax.

His face was quite messy. His nose was leaking more blood than before, he had a cut on his lower lip and even some burn marks from the sorcerous energies wielded by his opponent, but he was very clearly still fine and ready to fight. The fire in his eyes, that savage glee over the fight, however, was gone. In its place was a strange manner of melancholy, like someone coming down from a rush or even a high. "A shame, but one who relies on trinkets and the power of others will not be the one to best me. Yield. Accept defeat, attain your own strength, I will wait for our rematch".