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

Cue the video game cinematics.

Now, whether or not it's forgivable for Remi to have assumed that a vulnerability to fresh running water would mean that the thing would just..die, is something we can all debate later. For now, the wendigo stubbornly hangs on, believing that the creature would begin to melt like the wicked witch of the west. Surely the hunters (Ronin, specifically), would want a piece of this thing?

Remi feels one arm dislodge from his shoulder just before his wrist is shattered. His pelvis finally collapses beneath the weight of the nuckelavee's hooves, as does his femur and probably a few other bones lower down in his legs. Reduced to being nothing more than just a swivelling head and one arm, the wendigo roars as it tries to carve the throat away from the rider's neck.

As unconsciousness waits casually in the wings, it only just occurs to Remi that perhaps his partner had been wrong about the water.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!