The crunch to his face leaves him blind and reeling, stunned from the jolt radiating down his neck into his collarbones. Makes his fingertips go all numb and leaves a tacky feeling in his mouth that's all inhaled blood and shock.

What it doesn't do is make him give up his hold on Harry's leg. Instead Charlie roars, the sound of it bubbling in his throat as he drags Harry down by the leg of his pants hand over fist. Just one shot, that's all he fucking needs-- Charlie gets a knee under himself at the same time his fist closes on Harry's belt. It gives him just leverage to rear up, to drag Harry down. Just enough momentum to swing a punch at Harry's mouth with all his weight behind it.