Again a blow lands. Wendigo was becoming frustrated. The bomb to it's face went off. However even through burned fur and flesh, the Wendigo glared at the flying creature. It saw red. No more fighting, no more hunting, no eating. It was simply time to kill things.
"WENDIGO!!" the beast roared and with a great leap, sent itself flying at the Hobgoblin, ignoring the rest of is opponents.
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