Drool that, unfortunately, slopped it's way down his face. Strong arms latched themselves around the creatures middle and, with a push of limited strength, Clark pushed the beast from his body and pounced onto his feet. If this was indeed a werewolf, then he had to be cautious. He couldn't break it. He was going to fight this thing with a certain level of strength, just like he did with crooks, and he was going to make sure that he safely brought this thing away from other people and to the next day. Where, hopefully, it would turn back into a human. If not, he'd have to deal with it another way. Maybe take it to someone who might've had an idea on what it was.
Now? He needed to worry about taking it down. Slipping his glasses off his nose, Clark pocketed them and stood tall, preparing himself for another attack.