Having never been attacked by a vampire, much less a goat one, he found the stories of them REALLY didn't do them justice. Especially the cheating, flying bastards that came from behind, so they wouldn't make noise. Luckily he was stronger than normal, and the lack of hands made it hard for the goat to get a good hold on him, so he managed to get back bruised, battered, but not bitten. He tossed the normal goat carcasses into the cave, and cursed and swore as he carried all three in, before dumping them next to the fire. "Fucking vampire goats. One of them jumped me. I am gonna find who made those, and express my displeasure to them or their surviving family. Most likely slowly. Two of those are yours, one of those will be mine for dinner and breakfast, and you can finish it off before we leave in the morning."