Charlie wasn't ready for the strange attack, but he wasn't not ready if that could make any sense. He shifted slightly, thankfully missing the tackle. He was in no way ready for the cling; she was part spider, or spider monkey, because the woman knew how to cling. He had no idea.
The bite got a bit of a grunt, more of shock than of pain; nothing like roomy pants or she would have bitten something vital perhaps. Hit an artery? He didn't care. He didn't have time to think, much. He used the twisting momentum to turn about, to get closer to the wall, or at least a better aim at the wall.
He took a step back and shoved himself, and the spidermonkey on his back, into the wall. He wasn't going to stop with just one shove. He was going to keep banging her..into the wall, until she let go. His hands were already working freeing himself from those legs and arms. Any other time, any other place, and especially any other person, Charlie might have found this very interesting, and possibly enticing - she could really hold one. He knew a girl once....
"Get out of here," he growled at the girl and the wolf. He'd have to make sure she understood who Harley was, that she wasn't a good person. No one this crazy was. If he could stop to think about it, was he this crazy, which would make him question how good he truly was.