Ellen's head whips around to stare at the woman, but she turns her attention back to the Wendigo. It's more important. Bill pushes himself up and grabs his molotov cocktail, lighting the rag and going to throw it.

The Wendigo slashes his side with it's claws, not doing the amount of damage it could, but still knocking him down.

"Bill!" Ellen gets distracted, her head whipping around to her husband. She grunts, getting shoved to the side and hitting the wall. She grabs the bottle where it rolled on the ground and fumbles for a lighter.