Remy had to admit that Anna was holding her own relatively well. By the time he was headed back in that direction, she'd pinned him to the ground. Of course, for some reason it didn't look like he was putting up a fight. At all. The man was downright suicidal, but as angry as Remy was, he had no intention of giving the man what he wanted.
"Not a chance," Remy snapped back, swinging back to elbow one of the man's pawns as he rushed Remy. It wasn't his fault that he was being controlled. No need to do anything outright debilitating. A few punches later (including one to Remy's face, which he was very much not happy about),the man was down for the count. Remy turned back to the main issue, eyes widening as he worked through what was happening.
Anna wasn't screaming at him, wasn't fighting him. Either she'd suddenly fallen in love with the coullion or he was controlling her again. Given the lack of other things that generally went along with the typical sudden infatuation, not to mention all of the signs that pointed to Anna being sane, Remy was willing to guess it was the latter.
He followed her eyes to the cut on her hand, clenching his jaw as he watched her blood disappear into the mutant's skin. Moving quickly, he darted to the pair of them and jammed his foot down as hard as he could on the man's groin, then grabbed Anna and pulled her off.
"Think we've heard enough from you," he spat at the man, grabbing a bar stool and pulling it back to hit him in the head. Remy wasn't going to kill him, but he definitely didn't want to hear any more of his nonsense. Not for a good long while. As long as the man was knocked out, he couldn't do a thing. Hopefully.