Miles handles being mocked as well as any other kid in high school does. He doesn't like it, but he's used to a certain amount of it. Something about the way this ... creature does it, though. It immediately gets under the young man's skin.

"I said hands off."

The spry, but skinny black teenager launches into a flying sidekick. It lands squarely in the wendigo's floating ribs, which is a weakpoint for most vertebrates, but Miles has never fought a Canadian humanoid snow-beast before so. He's kind of making this up as he goes along.

He puts one hand over top of the other and swings his combined fists at that same point in the ribs - if the kick hadn't broken them, this follow-up move must have.