"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Newt shouts.
I've never been happier to see Newt. He's the only one who can get me out of here. The only one who can save me from Gally.
Gally turns around, still pushing me against the wall. "Leave, shank," Gally hisses.
"Get off her."
"We're just fine here, you have to go now."
"I don't believe it for a second that y/n is having fun."
"I-" Gally clamps his hand over my mouth before I can say another word.
Newt looks into my eyes. I look straight at him and squirm a little. He nods in understanding. "If you're smart you'd let her go. With both of your arms pinning her to the wall you're leaving yourself defenseless."
"Please, defense against what? You couldn't lay a hand on me if you tried," Gally scoffs.
Out of nowhere Newt slams his fist into Gally's head, knocking him to the ground.