Ben tries to think of something witty to say, something dashing. He's drenched to his elbows in gore and has a vague urge to cry.

The words aren't coming.

He hefts his chair over his shoulder, takes a deep breath through the nose. He was intending to wait, but... well, a Chipmunk had taken the stillness to mean compliance, and Bennett lurched forward to close the distance and swung the bar furniture all in one move, striking hard.

He's half here to protect Lily, though it's pretty obvious that she can take care of herself.