So, headcount. Swordguy in a suit, currently smashed cowboy, a girl calling herself a bird with a concrete boot and a metal rod for a hand, some kind of blue fairy, a clown in a spaceship, two other guys and himself. Well, this was one of the most entertaining experiences he'd had in a while. Might even find a good man to man fight someplace. Too bad people were so hurried with getting out of the place they just zoomed around with rockets and whatnot. Shrugging, he slightly bent his knees, his pants straining to contain his tensing musculature, then leaped towards the floating castle, around the same area where Bee had cut a hole in the wall.
Well, leaped. The correct term would be exploded, really. When his legs kicked him off the ground there was a loud rumbling noise and a sudden burst of dust and ash, and where Ajax had been standing there was now a sizeable crater with the imprint of his boots' soles at the center, while the man himself careened across the air as fast, if not faster, than the rocket-jumping cowboy. What he had in speed, however, he lacked in height. While he wasn't landing at the door he wasn't going as far as the flyer did, because measuring just how much power it'd take to get to that exact height was complicated and he didn't want to overshoot and land on the other end of the moat.
So, as he crashed into the castle walls he simply thrust his fingers into the solid rock. It sounds absurd, but he wasn't just clawing for a grip in cracks and crevices, which would've proved difficult given the size of his hands and the smoothness of the castle. No, all 10 of his fingers were buried knuckle deep into the thick, reinforced outer layer of the fortress. And Ajax ascended up the walls like so, without seeking purchase for his feet, scooping out great chunks of stone as he ascended towards the entryway Bee had carved for himself.