Geoffrey pondered for a moment on what to do about the situation, when his train of thought was interrupted by his pig continuing squeals. [color=8dc73f]"Hrruuup!"[/color] grunted out the peasant, as he whaled his pig down upon the breastplate of the not-yet-a-vampire. And as that strike was delivered, the pig did not thresh about as much. Geoffrey placed the pig on the forest floor, relived that it wouldn't be trying to flee just yet. 

He already had the chickens and the contents of his sacks to worry about But at least those things were easier to keep in line in contrast to his pig. As for his sheep, they were starting to graze on a bit of grass that was nearby. The peasant wasn't sure when the creature would arrive, nor when the vampire would rise. So, it would be best to play it safe and start the burning now. 

The peasant grabbed a hold of the rag and dunked it into the alcoholic beverage the mug had. Once that was done, the peasant placed the damp cloth upon the torn fabrics that shot through its armor. 

Geoffrey took the candle and set the liquor-stained rag ablaze. Sparks were starting to take ahold of the undershirt, alongside the rag. With his task set in the proper motion, the peasant knelt down on the clearing and raised his arms to the sky. [color=8dc73f]"LO, MAY YE TAKE THIS OFFERING OF THY WRETCHED VAMPYRE, 'FORE IT COULD TURN!"[/color]