Geralt flipped the knife in his hand and prepared it as the chipmunk ran in its suicidal blaze of glory towards them. The Witcher grunted as he slammed the blade into the thing's eye, and he twisted the knife, snarled and then dumped the body onto the floor. More are coming, that much is certain, and he doesn't want Ben losing steam now.

"There's a girl here!" Geralt says, stepping over the chipmunk, watching for another. He follows Ben when Ben calls out to Lily.