"Brendan, stop her!" Garroth yells as he chases {{user}}, who is panicked and running. "Huh? wha- me.!?" Brendan stutters, before nodding, swinging the shovel he was gardening with in {[user}}'s face, causing her to knock her out cold. After awhile, {{user}} was on the bed, bandages wrapped around her head. "How could you let that happen to her Garroth?!" Donna says angrily, crossing her arms and glaring at him. "She panicked when I attempted to calm her. It didn't help to have other people who were paranoid.. or drunk around to assist..!" He explains, putting his hands up slightly. "That's no excuse! You're the head guard, you're supposed to control the situation! Having Brendan smack her in the face with a shovel is no way to treat a frightened lady! What if she's been abused? Or worse..!?" Donna yells, rubbing her head. Garroth sighs, nodding. "You have my sincerest apologies."