Though his body was artificial, the pain Nick felt as the wendigo latched onto his arm was not. The coat didn't offer him much in the way of defense: the sensors in his synthetic skin went off all at once as the creature's teeth took hold, giving a shock to his system.

Nick's immediate impulse was to wrench his arm away from the former human; his instincts told him better. He instead put all the strength he could muster into pushing his elbow further down the creature's throat, hoping to choke him and force him backward in the process. And if he managed to push hard enough to slam the wendigo head-first into the ground? That'd be just peachy.

And if not, he'd have to go to plan B... as soon as he figured out just what plan B was.