(Brendan POV)
I dropped Chris beside his unconscious twin, a short distance away from where Sylphy was.
Mark and the Wendigo had been standing still and staring at each other while I worked, it was rather disconcerting to say the least.
The only thing that has happened between them was the Wendigo pulling out the horns that were stuck in its palms, letting new ones grow out of its head while its palms healed.
Other than that, both of them had just been standing there, silently staring at each other.
"Got them all?" Mark asked, not even taking his eyes off the Wendigo.
I nodded, until I realised that he probably couldn't see me.
"Yeah, they're er… Fine I guess?"
"Good," He cracked his knuckles, tilting his head at the Wendigo. "So, you're supposed to be some mythical creature huh? Time for you to go back to being a myth then."
