Geralt had been able to get two gulps of his drink down. Just two before Ciri gave him a look he knew well enough by now. He'd smelled the drunkard long before he saw or heard him. The man made a powerful stench too. It even made Geralt sneer. But it was the vagabond's advances on the barmaid that had him putting his drink back on the counter. He'd already been moving toward the trapped woman but Ciri moved faster.
The drunkard fell back but was somehow able to stay on his feet. Geralt hoped that he wouldn't but when the pirate did make a grab for his sword, the witcher jumped quickly to action. He hauled his half-full pint at the pirate's head. It knocked him into a table, sending both contents and people up in the air.
Geralt internally cringed. For half of a moment, everything was quiet and he actually felt that there was the tiniest chance that perhaps that would be that. But then he felt glass hit the back of his head. He turned to glare at the unfortunate soul who had tried to knock him out for taking down his friend supposedly. Geralt grabbed him by the collar of his piss-colored shirt and yanked his head into the bar, essentially knocking him unconscious as he slipped to the floor. Geralt was able to slide Ciri one last look before the tavern broke out into chaos.