Despite Isiah's fierce resistance, the vampire acted as though he hadn't tasted a single drop of blood in centuries. The longer the noble remained glued to his neck, the harder Isiah drove his fists into the creature's chest.
"Fuck off, you stupid bastard!" Isiah roared, entirely unaware that he was screaming in his native Earth language amidst his frantic struggle to break free.
Desperate, Isiah considered channeling a dark fireball spell, knowing it was the only offensive magic he could conjure in his current state.
The vampire drank deeply from his vein, and as the blood drained, Isiah's physical strength began to rapidly slip away.
Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream shattered the night.
"AAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHH!"
The vampire released Isiah's neck, collapsing onto the stone floor and thrashing violently as if he had just swallowed pure poison.
