Clint sighed, he was more used to long range attacks. The archer looked at her "Alright." he blinked. This was too much like the movies. Werewolves and silver weapons. He made his move and went for the wolf.
He glared at it and stabbed it in its side. Oh how he hoped it wouldn't turn and bite him.
"Take that stupid mutt." The archer looked at her. "I still am more skilled with long range attacks."