The guard had finally decided to answer her knock.

The guards decided this was the wrong time to argue.

The guard decided to keep the fact he had passed out a secret.

The guard decided that he was coming down with cold, had felt a sudden chill.

Owen gave him his best hard look, and the guard decided that he was needed urgently elsewhere.

At some point our former guards decided to bring us to Lady's attention in an effort to curry favor.

Which may be why the guard decided to point his gun at me.

"Because if the guards decide to get rough, you're more durable than I am?"

He was ready to junk the whole idea and give himself up before the guard decided to shoot him with his terrible weapon.

As time passed, the two guards grew weary and decided to take a nap.