He had seen her approach. From the window high in the building, he watched the girl enter the castle. Now, I act.
Justice stepped further into the large castle, looking down at the floor below him. He leapt down, spreading his wings for a soft landing. The black feathers rushed through the air gently, and the Xa'Thian alighted upon the carpet silently. Looking around, he saw a flicker of movement. She had gone into the ballroom and had stepped up to the balcony.
Curiousity passed over his pale face, and his red eyes narrowed in concentration. Folding his black wings behind him, Justice creapt into the room, trying to keep his presence unknown.
As guardian of the tower, he was supposed to keep people from entering without the Master's permission. Since this girl was already inside, he would have to toss her back out or kill her off. But she doesn't know any better, he thought. Shaking his head, the Xa'Thian forced his own thoughts away and focused on what the Master would say: get the job done. A small lick of flame covered his hand, and as Justice slowly snuck forward, he set his face in an expression of stone. He would do the job, and he would do it quickly.