With a soft smirk, Alex tapped Bjorn's shoulder as he whispered, "Let me take care of him." He neared the corner and pressed his back against it, peeking around to see if the guard was looking their way. Good... He wasn't.
With a swift turn of the heel, he launched himself at the guard, throwing his knee into his back. As the guard fell with a grunt of pain, Alex fell top of him and threw his fist into the guard's neck. With expertise, he had just knocked out the guard. Standing over the body, he looked back and whispered, "All clear."