Remy spun about the other man, used to hand-to-hand and drove his elbow into the man's kidney. Ripping the rifle out of the attacker's hands, he kicked the man in his tailbone sending him forward into the damp spot he and Sophie had previously been.
Tossing the rifle to the girl, thankfully still on her feet, he jerked his head to the door. "Time t'go, Petite, we ain't got much."