I turn to my bloodstained comrades and yell "I'm done for anyway, get the hell out of here!"
As they protest, I pull the molotov cocktail from my waist, and light the rag.
"Trust me, you don't want to be around for this." With a last cheeky wink at my comrades, I dash towards the behemoth screaming "Alright you fucker, its time to burn!".
As the beast hurtles towards me, I ready my throwing arm, and smash the bottle at our feet as our bodies collide.
In less dramatic terms, I sometimes like to suicide molo them to buy my team an extra few seconds to leg it
Not as awesome as my response to the Witch. Once we spot it, my team usually try to figure out how to avoid it. While they are doing this, from the back of the group (ie where I have positioned myself) a flaming bottle of love will go flying over there heads, sailing into the distance, and coating the Witch in spicy spicy hugs. Then its off for a spot of jogging, as if its expert mode, its gonna take quite a while for her to settle down.