[h2]Two Surviving Wendigoes - Ice Moon[/h2]

One of the Wendigoes fell as the flaming arrow pierced it's head, but the other two continued their pursuit of the strangely dashing (in both uses of the word) man. One of them jumped so as to bite onto the muscular stranger, but found it's mouth full of a tougher substance than it could handle. Was this the work of an enemy stand? No doubt the wendigo thought so. Unfortunately, however, despite it's utter inability to do damage, it held on, flapping about in the breeze as Joseph's art swung up and down rhythmically. The other wendigo stopped it's pursuit at this point to cackle, sincerely out of amusement this time, at the fate of it's poor comrade.

[h2]The Alpha Wendigo - Ice Moon[/h2]

The Alpha wasn't dead, exactly, but it wasn't precisely alive either anymore. Rather, it lay twitching on the ground, not properly killed, as no fire had been used, but horribly injured and incapable of continuing to fight. It let out a mournful whine-laugh, trying to communicate the great pain it was in, but to no avail. It flopped a bit, sadly attempting to continue movement. Unfortunately, it didn't manage to get very far at all, collapsing with exhaustion a mere three inches further from the Dantes than it had previously been.