Duernab holds his nose as he walks, wincing. Xander had taken several bolts to the chest, and failing to aprehend an unarmed civilian was not going to look good on a report... well, there were 3 of them... and one had a sword.
Duernab pauses. Thinking the events through. His eyes narrow, and he grins. He knows EXACTLY what angle to take with his report. Xander was not a normal person. No normal person could have taken so many shocks...
Duernab had found oone of THEM. No wonder he had trouble...
He hurries back to the station, his arrogance now returning to him.