Zen could hear the wendigo giving chase, as they crushed the dry leaves and undergrowth beneath their heels.
The woods were just too quiet, and if he hadn't seen the wendigo with his own two eyes.
He would have just thought it was either the wind or some critter making its way through the dense forest.
Now!
The wendigo was almost upon him so Zen stopped dead in his tracks and spun around with a knife in hand.
When the wendigo lunged with outstretched claws to attack Zen but he didn't shift from his spot and fought it head on.
He let go of the knife knowing that the wendigo would vere to the right to avoid it.
The wendigo spat something in Zen's eyes temporarily blinding him.
Still with all the momentum Zen didn't weaken as he used his feet to trip the wendigo and pummel the creature with his fist before he regained his sight and caught the knife.
