I don't say that, of course. Vampires are dangerous foes, fleet of foot and of great power.
I instead ask for her hospitality for the night, which she, like a fool, immediately grants me.
(Yes, the vampire was a woman. I had her misgendered the whole time.)
I then begin a rigorous training routine consisting of picking up rocks and leaves and throwing them at the ground.
On the morrow I shall begin my search for wildlife to wrestle.
Well, that was more peaceful than expected. I was worried I'd wake up without any blood left in me. Time for breakfast and- Ulhp!
Dammit, what asshole packed my rations? How can bug brains provide any nutrition at all? No matter, if today goes well I'll have more than enough real meat for a month. We travel to a nearby forest so that I may practise breaking limbs to stop the bloodsucker from fleeing.
Perfect! My tracking skills have served me well. I approach stealthily, and...
Expertly grab it! And then stab it. And then have my allies riddle it with arrows.
The continues forward, and they kill half the pack (flock?) of ostriches, while I ineffectually try to lock hips and knees.
One of the birds gets a lucky kick in:
After my ostrich warm-up I move on to warthogs, which I kill by throwing pebbles.
That was all me, man! All me! You didn't do anything!
Other wildlife that falls prey to us include vultures:
Falcons:
And weasels:
I think this has been a productive morning! Maybe I'll go for a swim now?
On the way to the river for a midday swim, I meet a maceman wandering about the plains alone! I ask him what his purpose here is, to which he responds:
I wish him good fortune in his travels and continue on my way. Soon we reach the river, and I eagerly jump in. Ah, to swim in full plate!
By now it nears evening, so we return to the residence of the vampire. She gives us another night of shelter, which I suspect she will regret. I say my prayers to Risas and bed down for the night after a hearty meal of actual meat.
When I wake in the middle of the night, I see that she does not sleep; a damning piece of evidence. I finally take it upon myself to rid The Steppes of Deterioration of this cursed fiend!
With that, the battle is joined!
First I grab her legs and snap them at the hip with ease, knocking her over.
I try to stab at her with my halberd, but she parried deftly with a small knife.
So, I grab her hand and break her her wrist.
And then behead her in a single swing.
No-one else in the cottage woke up through all this. As such, we sneak out with nobody the wiser, at least until morning. With justice served, we fade into the night.