It caught him full in the chest, tearing right through bone and skin and muscle and sending the Wendigo fully off balance. He crashed into the ground again, head colliding painfully with the hard floor of the cave. He slid a few feet without moving, hurt yes, but mostly stunned, before struggling back to his feet.

His arm wasn't really responding anymore, something severed in his shoulder that should have controlled his hand. Wavering and off balance he let out a horrendous feral scream, dripping with pain and rage and frustration. With his good arm he made a swipe at Nick with his claws.

The all consuming hunger was still there, would never be satiated, but now there was something else, something he'd not had to consider in his short time as a wendigo: Survival.

He was considering fleeing as a possible solution to this fight. If this final attack didn't work, he'd turn and run.