Robert and Jack had reached the nursery when Steven and Li returned to them. He listened and saw the nursery door open. He saw a nurse who had been hurt. She'd taken a stab wound to her torso and had evidently slid down a wall into a slump on the floor. He could see she was still alive.
There was little noise, so the babies were largely quiet. He wanted to keep it that way. He looked at Jack and glanced at the children. His nonverbal instruction was quick but clear. Protect the children at every cost. Flat out, he wanted him to put the children ahead of protecting him.
"Minister!" the nurse from the floor cried out sharply, a shout of warning. Their escaped patient was shapeshifting, making a leap, as a gray wolf--teeth bared, straight for Robert, heading for Robert's throat.
Robert suddenly felt anger, indignation. A dog, for pete's sakes? That's what he thought to bring into this as a challenge? No. Thats what someone who underestimated Robert brought to a challenge. He took a stand and brought his stronger leg around in a wide roundhouse kick making direct contact with the side of the wolf, causing the wolf to fall onto the floor, winded.
The nurse in the corner looked wide eyed, never apparently having dreamed of seeing that "the old man" could fight.
He was ready to tell Jack to restrain him but the man shapeshifted again, into a bird, hoping to fly away.
"Really?" Robert rolled his eyes, unsure why this man didn't have better than that either. "Enough." He fired his wand on the man, changing the bird into a slug. The slug dropped helplessly to the nursery floor.
"Bug jar, Jack," he said, quietly. "I'm tired of playing with him. He gets a bug jar."