[A lot of emotions pass over Magnus' face while Richard starts singing. Surprise? Confusion? Even...delight? This isn't how he saw the guard training exercise going at all, but he's up for it. He's even already trying to think of the next verse in his head as Richard sings. Are there even any words that rhyme with axe? But somehow, when Richard nods at him, the words just come to him.

Magnus slowly creeps forward as he sings.]

♫ Five. Four. Three. Two.
No time for talk, now it's all up to you!
This count is winding down, to a bloody end.
Lance! Are you a guard? Are you even a friend?♫

[And now that he's approached, he's twirling his axe like it's a baton.]

This man...you must defend!