The second the creature was on the ground and wailing in frustration, Nick tore his arm from his mouth, losing a bit of his coat and skin in the process. His shoes slid on the ground as he scrambled for his gun, trying to reach it before the monster found his way back to his feet.

Though he went for the weapon, he considered shooting the former human a last resort: what he wanted, needed to do was find some way to incapacitate him, to calm him down just enough to drag him to Hope's temple. He knew better than to let himself get too torn up, though -- the god promised he could raise the dead, but whether or not he could fix a mechanical man was something Nick didn't want to find out the hard way.

His metal hand wrapped itself around his firearm, and he ducked to the side, turning sharply, hoping the wendigo wasn't practically upon him.