Geoffrey had stopped his horse and stared in awe at the beast. He was tired, but if he stayed generally calm and focused, he may be able to squeeze out some spell power.
He watched the battle ensue, waiting for the time to strike. That was when he saw Lucifer fall to the ground. That was his cue.
He ran to the lynx's side and checked the wound. It was a little too serious for him to heal completely at this stage. He had to wait to use his spell. For now, he focused on tending to the wound, grabbing spare cloth from his bag to wrap it up, trying his best to tune out the battle and hoping the others had it covered.