Anything. Anything! You would think that "anything" would actually constitute ANYTHING, but Ben's not exactly immediately optimistic about his ability to throw something that would be a suitable weapon. To his immediate left is a tall bar table with a bowl of punch, some cups and other cutlery. The ladle from the punch bowl isn't going to help anybody kill anything. He could throw her a knife, but what if she missed the catch, and--

"F-fuck it!" He kicks over the table to knock all of its contents to the floor, grabs it by the feet of the pedestal, spins in a wide arc and heaves it in Lily's direction. It actually closes the distance, and Ben's able to turn back to grab for another weapon of his own.

The bad news: his chair had been moved.

Worse news: it had been moved by a giant chipmunk that was now not more than a foot away from grabbing him.

Rodent fingers latch onto one of Ben's skinny wrists, and he tries to pull free of the grip with his free hand. He adds a foot to get some leverage, kicking at the beast's chest. This could have worked, had he been fighting a one-armed chipmunk. Considering the fact that the beast had two arms, though, it grabs Ben's foot, throwing him off balance with a canine yelp of surprise.

He slams into the ground, his head hitting with a resounding whack against the floorboards. The world goes white, and Bennett Marrow falls still.