Unfortunately, Nick had no idea how swift Scout was when he wasn't a mindless monster; what he did know was that he was certainly fast now. He realized that all too late as he looked over his shoulder a second time to make sure the wendigo was following him, only to see he was closing the gap between them at an alarming rate.

"Shit!"

He hardly had time to get his gun out of his coat before the creature was upon him, having launched his wiry body at the synth's knees. Both of them tumbled, hitting the street hard; Nick lost his grip on his gun, and the firearm went spinning across the ground, stopping a couple of feet from them.

With no time to work out a better plan, Nick hurled his elbow backward, hoping to hit the creature hard enough to get him off his back. He needed to be able to put up an arm to defend himself, and he couldn't do that if the wendigo pinned him chest-down on the ground.