Mat laughs heartily and shakes himself out, getting nice and loose for the pelt down to the sea. He mimics Wilhelm's stance, giving him a nod.

The other fellow is indeed quite fast. They're practically side by side across the sand, and it's nice to have a challenge. He doesn't have to hold back any, and damn but it's nice to just run sometimes.

He isn't even sure which one of them actually hits the water first, but it doesn't matter. It's all for fun, and he's laughing again as the cold spray hits his ankles and the sand beneath his feet goes from damp to wet.

"A fine race!"