Jeeves tipped his bowler hat to Roxas in salute. "Good luck." He allowed the Spirits to go in first to halt one of the Tama Sheep that had appeared. Descartes darting around it proved an effective distraction. Enough of one, anyway, for Jeeves to stalk forward quietly and lay on a blow to it with the struggle bat. The creature bleated in surprise, which was immensely satisfying.

The valet had no great love of cruelty to animals, but the nightmares were hardly that, and ridding the world of such loathsome creatures was a good thing. He wasn't a particularly athletic man, but Jeeves was a large one, and it took only a few blows for the Nightmare to fall, turning into munny on the ground. How that even happened was still a mystery. At least no one else in the communicator archives seemed to have figured it out, either.