He growled as the girls squirmed free from his grasp, but he wasn't about to relent.  No, instead he drove forward again, driving a quick elbow to her face.  "Ever had mash potato, girly?  That's what your face is going to look like when I'm done with you, if 'yer lucky."  He pulled back quickly from the light blow; it was only a diversion, his real intention was reaching for her arms to reinstate the grapple.