cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

The snarl of pain from the wendigo's jaws isn't as sharp as it had been when he'd been stabbed with silver, but nor did it sound as though he was having a walk in the park. Covered in thick fur and a skeletal structure that would make biology students frown in confusion, it isn't always clear what parts of Remi are meant to go where such that as the nuckelavee fractures his pelvis and snaps a few ribs, were it not for the accompanying sound it might not be obvious that Remi was any worse for wear.

Flailing his claws in an effort to keep the thing from righting itself, Remi heaves his chin down to try and gore the nuckelavee with his antlers. Groping wildly for its head (could both heads spew Ronin-killing bile, or just the top one?) the wendigo tries to force the jaws of the rider closed. And if he overdid it and crushed the thing's jaws in the process, so be it.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!