Having a nearly pony-sized werewolf hanging onto the shaft of his spear for all she's worth is not the best situation he's ever been in, though it's not the worst. He draws his foot back and slams it into her snout again, wishing devoutly that he'd gone the glam route and gotten silver spikes on his boots or something. Then he'd have been stylish and effective. As it is, this is about all he can do- he's not strong enough to use her grip on the spear to beat her against something, though he would if he could.