As it would turn out, Eythan's strategy would not be the most successful of the duo's. Nothing in aerodynamics was working for him and he struggled against the blustering winds as he dove. Up ahead, he could see the cobalt gryphon speeding toward the wall with ease --- at least, it appeared to be so from miles above. The race was already lost by the time Eythan alighted with a snap! of his broad wings.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, inches away from the wall, he flopped onto his side. Every bit of his fur and feathers were puffed out and he panted to cool himself off. "Ah," he wheezed between breaths, closing his eyes, "good race." The thrill of competition had been fun while it lasted, but he was over it already. Was it worth being this tired? This exhausted? This spent?

He had lived through worse, he supposed.

Ugh, thank goodness his opponent was just as worn out as Eythan was. If that hadn't been the case, the gryphon would've been content to act like he wasn't even tired at all despite his lungs feeling like they were going to explode from his ribs. Damn, his lungs hurt. He opened his beak to respond yet a whistling wheeze escaped --- pointedly not speech nor a response. Coughing and sucking in an obnoxiously deep breath, the spotted hybrid nodded and shot back with a smirk, "and my strategy of --- of doing sick stunts to wear you out didn't work out too well>" Was it possible for his wings to fall off from exhaustion.

He supposed it was.

Then, suddenly, there was a banana before Eythan. He looked down at it and back up at Amras. Glancing back down at it, the spotted one of the duo suddenly felt --- what could be best described as --- a spook crawl up his spine and he felt the need to bat at the strange, sparkling fruit. With a suspicious glare at the odd yellow berry, Eythan furrowed his brows and looked back up at his companion, questioning, "what... kind of side effects?"

"Was this just a way to make me unable to escape so you can feed me poison?" he added in an awkwardly joking tone, ears back but beak cracked in amusement.

"Yeah, you're probably fuckin' right," the spotted gryphon scoffed, talons scraping against the earth, "magic doesn't like fucking listening to me unless I am on the verge of dying. Then, it makes it annoyingly slow and painful." Eythan laughed as if there was nothing to be worried about in that sentence, so desensitized to his own traumas and such that it was completely normal to him. There was a banana to discuss, though.

Bright eyes examined the fruit once again, talon sticking rather easily into the peel. Sparkly fruit, it seemed. Well, it made sense, considering the thing was glowing as the duo spoke. "How did you learn to summon one of those, of all things," Eythan blinked, ears perking forward in genuine interest. As far as he knew, he had never seen anything quite like it. He wasn't even sure how to eat it. At least watching Amras gave some clues. The spotted gryphon picked up his magickally-charged meal in one paw and crunched right down on the thing, peel and all; how could he possibly know better? This was all he had ever known.

Eythan tried his hardest not to physically recoil at the taste of the peel.

"The skin tastes absolutely awful," he said as gently as he could, carefully taking the tip of his beak to the apparent seams of it and peeling away. Whatever was inside looked a whole lot more appetizing. Content to munch down on it now and glow brilliantly, Eythan smirked. Swallowing (it was rude to eat with your mouth full, damnit) his bite, the hybrid nodded, "yeah, I usually hunt down rats and shit. I live in Canis and eat bones too, even though I choke on them half the time. Pretty hardcore, eh?" Puffing out his chest with a laugh, he shook his head. "I think Remedy could just kind of eat whatever. She'd hunt rats and eat bugs and stuff. Rats more than bugs, obviously."