The Minecraft Story: The Beginning: Chapter 11
The night glowed in fire. Herobrine and his piglins spent all night attacking villages and destroying them. They made a point as to not leave any survivors.
These humans fall to my piglins. He thought. They're screams of terror must be as loud as possible. I need my brother to hear them.
Herobrine learned all he needed to know at the library in Torkoch. He learned that his brother had been missing for as long as he'd been imprisoned in the Nether.
That coward couldn't face what I'd done. He thought. So, he hid himself from the humanity he spoke so highly of. Is he even aware of what had been happening in the world since our fight? War ravaged the Overworld. The humans mercilessly killed each other for the dumbest reasons. A religion was started around him.
Herobrine continued to watch as the humans desperately fought his piglins. They stood little chance against their savagery.
I know I gave them the ability to wage war on one another, but these humans are far worse than my piglins. At least the piglins did not kill their own.
As Herobrine casually strolled through the burning village, a group of seven armored soldiers attempted to ambush him. Three leapt from atop a hut towards him and the other three ran around a corner on his side. It was time for him to finally do some killing of his own.
Herobrine rolled forward, out of the way of the leaping soldiers. Two soldiers landed with their swords piercing the ground, but one soldier appeared to break his leg when he landed. The other four stopped so they wouldn't be hit by leaping soldiers. They all turned to stare at Herobrine.
"Send that demon back to the Nether!" One soldier screamed.
Good. Herobrine thought. They know who I am too.
The soldiers charged at Herobrine. He didn't draw his sword, he wanted one of theirs. They all swung at him with fury in their eyes. Herobrine dodged all of them, never having to move his hands from his side. The soldiers became more and more enraged as their swings continued to miss. It was comical to Herobrine.
One soldier attempted to stab Herobrine in the head. He moved his head to the side, grabbed the soldier by the arm, and then broke it so he could grab his iron sword. He kicked the soldier away as another attempted an overhead swing with his sword. Herobrine parried it and then swung his sword across the soldier's neck. The soldier stepped away and then fell over, choking on his own blood. Another tried to swing but Herobrine dodged it and stabbed the soldier in the stomach. A soldier tried to stab him again, but he moved the soldier still stabbed on his sword to block the incoming blow. The soldier was stabbed again in the back by his own comrade. A look of horror befouled the soldiers face. Herobrine used this moment to retrieve the sword from the now dead soldier and drove it into the face of the horrified soldier.
Three soldiers remained. They all took a step back, hesitant to charge forward. The one with the broken arm attempted to run away, but Herobrine threw his sword at him and it was lodged into his back. He fell forward, face planting into a nearby house. The other soldiers stared at Herobrine, neither one wanting to attack, even while he had no weapon. A group of piglins had stopped to watch the fight and cheered on Herobrine. He now had a crowd watching him, and he felt it was his turn to be aggressive.
He ran forward towards the soldiers and they raised their swords, ready to fight. Once he reached them, the soldiers swung their swords at him. He slid under their swords and jumped up onto the side of the house where the soldier had face planted. He leaped off the side of the house and kicked one of the soldiers in the back of the head. The soldier fell forward face first into the cobblestone road. The other soldier took another step back, but Herobrine immediately ran for him. The soldier didn't even have time to raise his sword before Herobrine grabbed it and punched him in the face, causing the soldier to release his grip. The soldier held up his hands, attempting to block the incoming attack, but Herobrine cut off both of his hands.
He screamed in agony as blood began pouring from his wounds. At this point the other soldier was attempting to get up, but Herobrine turned around and decapitated him before he could. Herobrine threw the sword to the side and grabbed the other soldier by his hair. He pulled him over to the house Herobrine had jumped off of and began slamming the soldier's face into the side.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Herobrine kept slamming the soldier's face, crimson red blood stained the wall. By the time Herobrine was done, the soldier's face was unrecognizable. He dropped the battered soldier to the ground and raised his hand up to the crowd of piglins who cheered. Squealing erupted in the burning village and Herobrine truly began to feel like a God again.
Behind Herobrine, two piglins brought forward the soldier who'd broken his leg while leaping from the building. Herobrine felt a temporary moment of embarrassment, he'd completely forgotten about him. He shoved the soldier onto the ground stomach first. Herobrine grabbed his head and looked up at the piglin crowd. They chanted for Herobrine to kill him.
I hope you can sense this brother. He thought. I will continue to massacre these humans, until you finally come out and fight me!
Herobrine snapped the soldier's neck.