He's expecting a shoot-out, so you'll take things in another direction, hopefully throwing him off his game long enough for you to put him down for good.
You focus on your defenses, strengthening your muscles and thickening your skin as you charge the vampire. He fires his stolen weapon, falling back rather than face down your charge. It's easy to shrug off the first bullet as it digs its way into your chest, and the second barely makes you flinch. The third gives you pause, but by then you're close enough to tear the rifle out of his hands. You drive him to the ground as you assault him viciously, bone crunching beneath your knuckles. He tries to wriggle out from under you, but doesn't have the strength to break free of your iron grip. You dig a knee into his gut, pinning him down as your vision goes red with unexpected fury. Half a minute later, conscious thought catches up with you and you look down on the broken and bleeding body of a man who only vaguely resembles the vampire that charged you only a few short minutes ago. He's stopped moving, eyes rolled up to the back of his head—he hasn't met final death, but he's out of the fight for good. You stand up on shaking knees, tearing your focus away to scan the room for other threats.
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