The gun was a threat, but the wendigo saw it too late. He'd been aiming to swipe a clawed hand across Nick's chest, hoping to shred him apart. The strange metal man wasn't bleeding and didn't smell edible but he wanted it dead anyway. Dead so that he could move on and eat something else uninterrupted.

With a crack the bullet found it's mark, spiraling right through the creatures' head. He followed through with his swipe, raising his hand to make another and letting out an unearthly screech.

There were a few seconds where the body didn't realize it was dead and the Wendigo took a few steps with legs that were no longer connected to a nervous system; screamed with a voice through lungs that no longer expanded.

And then he dropped. Laying on the ground and twitching a few times before going still.