*YAWN!
'So how should I go about this, a simple smash on the head?' Leaning to the wall with his younger sister beside him, her eyes nearly closed, Zlatan was plotting.
'First off, this is a knight, a spiritualist and bearer of aura. Scratch that, she was more powerful than this one, yet Belle sent her to Dreamland— if that's not what I'm currently stuck in, hah.'
*ZZZZT!
'However, he's got armour on and drawing out or attacking is out of the question. Who would dare hit a child, and a noble of course? So that would be our advantage since—'
*CLANG!
"Huh?" The guard's eyes flew open, his stiffened self moving after a long while. Of course, he was sleeping on duty, who didn't, but still his ears were sharp as a spiritualist.
'Is someone coming?' He looked left and then right, listening to hear any footsteps but there were none.
*YAWN!