Charlie felt the pressure of not being able to breathe, but he didn't stop. The whackjob on his back was going to have to do more than that to make him give up. The fact that she really did know his young charge and her wolf friend was more than a little disturbing; he had to make sure that she never saw them again. Too bad the prison, jail, asylum, whatever criminals were to be kept in kept moving as well as losing them? Control of the asylum itself had been lost some time ago, or so he'd heard.
His face was going red, but he kept moving. He would have backed right up into the wall again, only the minx on his back had decided to kick him instead. He dodged the foot barely, but he got a knee to the side of his head. Not at all pleasant, but at least he didn't break anything. The range of fighting had been extremely minimized with the introduction of the one innocent in the house, or at least the hallway.
"Get back." Firekeeper wasn't the only one who could growl with authority. He'd learned his in a possibly harder world. He'd learned to be "top dog" in a place where cops were not liked. The foot was caught as it came round for possibly another swing or just to give it a rest; he didn't care which. Caught and held in an awkward position in one hand. The other hand held the woman's opposing hand; she'd have a wrench in the works on either side, making it very difficult to do much building diving or climbing or anything else.
"Let go now." He growled again. It wasn't like up on the roof that day; this was a man who'd break the ankle and/or the wrist if he didn't get what he wanted, maybe even if he did.