Swamped

If you try to run, he might follow. If you can pin him or get him to back away, that would be more effective.

Your best bet is to press the offensive long enough to startle him somehow. But that's hard to do with the limited range a stool provides.

Well. There's one sure way to increase your range with a weapon - it's just that it leaves you without a weapon afterwards. You back up as much as you can manage, and then fling the stool right towards him.

He doesn't seem clearheaded enough to dodge. It hits him right in the legs, and he doesn't seem to be in a state of mind where he can manage a better counter than striking it repeatedly with the bedpost.

And that doesn't do him much good when Ms. Patterson pulls it out of his hands, while Minnie grabs his arms. But he's flailing and kicking. You head over and pull his hands around his back.

"That should keep him under control," you say, as Minnie backs off and picks up the stool, then grab his legs. "At least until we can get the doctor."

"He's still pretty feisty," Patterson comments. "You sure it's safe? We might want to tie him down or something."

"With what? Spare bedsheets? I don't think they'll put up much resistance."

"If you can hold him for ten minutes, I should be able to get some rope," Patterson replies. "Keep some back at the bar. Hope I won't disrupt the show, though."

"It's a bit late for that, I'm afraid," Minnie says sadly. "A muckbeast already disturbed it, and that was just the opening act."

"I suppose that explains what you're doing here," Patterson grumbles. "Well, Monty's still around somewhere. I'll deal with whatever mess is going on, and Monty can bring the rope back. You'll just have to manage until then."

"Wonderful," you sigh. He's fighting awfully hard for his age. It would be nice if you could find another way to restrain him, at least until the rope arrives.