But Widowmaker was ready - he anticipated the creature's maneuver before he stroke, and she gracefully dodged his attack, leaping into the air and landing on the roof behind the wolf. Now she was sure it was not that one werewolf she knew - it was nothing but a wild rabid beast, a monster she needed to put down.
"Lord?!" she taunted, sticking out her forked tongue. "With a capital L? You know what - I hate people with superiority complex! And I eat scum like YOU for breakfast!"
As she tensed, preparing for the creature's inevitable attack, her mind raced, trying to figure out a plan. This monster has regeneration, just like her, and she has no silver weapons, no means to actually harm it. Then... there was only one option.
"Hey, officer!" Widowmaker tried to reach one of the policemen mind with her telepathy. "No, time to explain, can you call for backup while I'm distracting this moron?! Someone with silver ammo?! PRETTY PLEASE?!"