The man beneath her wasn't any fun, Natasha decided as he fainted with pain and shock. Trying her best to wake him up, she finally got bored, and tore his neck apart, killing him even if she was half tempted to leave him alive to live the rest of his life a castrated werewolf.
He wasn't worthy of being turned though, a weakling such as this. So no, she killed him instead, looking up to see Fenrir dragging his Auror to the undergrowth.
Getting up, she did the same with hers, halfway there when she heard a sudden scream, then saw a flash of a spell only fractions of a second before it would hit her. Yelping, she jumped out of the way, staring at the newly arrived Auror.
A young little girl. She snarled, leaping at her, though was forced to jump out of the way again as the little girl cast a surprisingly strong hex her way, and then one towards Fenrir. Oh this one was much more fun than the other two.