Garrot wasn't prepared for any of this bullshit today. Not for wakeup vans or wizard-induced meltdowns or this giant one-eyed monster or people tripping in the middle of a woodlands chase. Definitely not prepared for some dainty little bunny boy like half his age to try and cop some kind of feel on his pecs. It's awkward, and the doctor can't help but go wide-eyed and blush at the personal space invasion. He teaches people to defend themselves, and this is making him uncomfortable? Shameful!

"Oooh..." Garrot can't help but smile at the cool energy washing over him- chasing a world-ending monster works up quite the sweat, so it's a welcome change even though he's fully unaware of the reaction he's in the middle of. He thinks about the pace of his running, the fact that his entire body seems lighter as a result of those little circles. The doctor pushes his body a little harder, and he's going a bit faster!

"I... I think so? H-Hold on, let's see what we can do with this!" And then he laughs, sporting a devious little grin. Garrot's strides veer closer to leaps than steps, and he raises his spiked shield with one arm, holding it so it protects as much of Mr. Torrence's body as possible before bull-rushing the monster as forcefully as he can.

[ A speed-boosted Garrot tries to spiked-shield-charge the monster. ]