I stalked through the rusty archway, rain running down my black cloak in tiny waterfalls, my sword and axe gently brushing my hip with every step I took, comforting me. The torch that was held firmly in my hand burned steadily (for some reason the scene was raining but the torch was still burning), lighting up a small path for me. I looked up at the giant mansion, dark and gloomy, and felt a pang of sadness swell from me. Throwing off my hood, I glanced at a picture that was now in my hand, tears threatening to fall.

I'll avenge you.

I kept it safely in my pocket, and raised my hand with the torch, its rosy glow shining dimly in the foggy night. I squinted my eyes, barely making out a tiny silhouette of a man, perched on the very top of the mansion, his glowing eyes visible through all the fog.

I went into a battle stance, my mind washed on all thoughts, focusing my attention on his move.

He bent his knees slightly, and with inhuman strength, launched himself into the sky like a firework, and landed, creating a heavy cloud of dust,and the impact made the ground beneath his feet sink a tad.

I coughed, the dust finally settling, revealing the monster to me, and I threw my torch down quickly,drawing my sword out, and glared at him.

He smirked back, fuelling my rising anger, as we prowled in a circle, one full of vengeance and the other full of pride.

He attacked first.

A taunting smirk playing on his lips, he raised a hand, and three deadly blocks of netherrack was summoned. They circled him protectively, waiting to be flung. A flash of shock that I couldn't control flitted across my face, and I gripped my axe and sword tightly with sweaty hands, waiting,waiting.

He thrust his hand down, and the netherrack sped rapidly through the air, going straight to me. I ducked, sucking in a nervous breath and flicked my wrist, swiftly throwing my axe at his face as I stood up. He back flipped, axe missing and hurled the last two blocks at me in rapid succession. Inhaling deeply, I dodged the first block, my cloak whipping viciously past my face and straightened just in time to hit the other block away.

Doing a full spin to steady my feet, I ran straight at him, and tried to smite him.

He brought his iron sword sideways, and blocked my blow steadily. Before I could react, he delivered​ a punch to my cheekbone, causing my head to whip to a side, my teeth biting down on my inner cheek hard, drawing blood. He advanced on me instantly, taking me when disoriented,but I managed to recover, and return the gift of the blow back to him.

Taking the chance, I pushed the sword into his head, but he moved away at the last millisecond, a few strands of brown hair falling.

He stood back up, seemingly uninjured, and started exchanging hits. We were a whirlwind of swords, cloaks and light. Sparks flew from our swords connecting and punches were given.

He grit his teeth, and kicked my wrist with his leg, resulting in me loosing my grip, and he used that momentum to push himself into a tree, back flipping in the air, and appearing behind me.

I whirled around, slowly advancing towards him, my eyes blazing with anger and he sneered at me, twirling his sword in his hands.

Without warning, his eyes flashed blood red, just for an instant, pushing me to a halt.

Leering at my shocked form, he spun in a circle, crimson particles surrounding him, shrouding him in a new identity.

Entity 303.

Red eyes looking  at me deridingly, a gasp tore itself from my mouth, it's panic and fear evident. I spun around immediately, and started fleeing from the man, the man that father told me to fear.

Lighting struck, and thunder roared in my ears, and everywhere I looked, he would always be hidden, glowing red eyes sneering at me. I refused to stop running, even if I had no idea where to go, fear running through my veins, stronger with every pump of  my heart. He was always watching, smirking at me with yellow teeth, hands outstretched,clawing at me.

Chest rising and falling rapidly, I continued running, before stumbling into a concealed cave opening. I fell ten blocks down faceflat, my sword torn out of my grip, like my life wrested out of my hands, a dull ringing sounding in my ears. Even though I struggled to stand,my legs were exhausted,and denied any orders I commanded. Slumping to the floor, I awaited my ultimate doom as footsteps crunching gravel was heard, accompanied by sadistic, cruel laughter.

He gripped me by the collar, looking at me maniacally, like a boy that had finally gotten what he long awaited for. He tightened his hand, cutting off my supply of oxygen, and hurled me to a wall. Dots spotted my vision and everything seemed to be made of bright light. While disoriented, he did the same move to me, over and over.

I slid across the cave floor, the cold stone, slick with blood, my head hung low and unresponsive. Eyes barely open, I managed to focus my vision on him, who was advancing gleefully towards my broken body.

He raised his hand, covered in a thin layer of blood, my blood, and a thick red band of light wrapped around my neck, cutting off my already low oxygen supply. I gasped, like a fish out of water, trying to take the band out. He chuckled evilly at my futile actions, and raised a hand engulfed in the same red light, and I was raised a block from the ground, my feet dangling.

I clawed weakly at the collar, spots appearing at my vision once again, heavy pounding resounding at the back of my head. He smiled, a smile of death, and drove his sword straight to my neck.

Closing my eyes, I could only wait for my unstoppable fate, listening to my last beats of my heart.

But the blow never came.

The real Herobrine, was there and radiating anger from every pore of his body, was hooking one end of his pickaxe against the blade of the sword, effectively stopping my death. Caught off guard, entity, released me, and I slid off the wall,
and I feebly inhaled buckets of cool air. Raising myself to my feet, I watched as the two men dueled, clouds of dust kicking up, a blur of hands and feet. Both were equally matched, and just as persistant.

A warm glow caught my eye, distracting me from the ongoing battle, and I looked in its direction. My diamond sword, was shining, it's hilt golden and blade a bright silver.

Standing up shakily, I saw Hero grabbing entity by the throat, just like he did to me earlier, and flying straight up in the sky.

Narrator

Entity regained control of himself midflight, ripping himself out of hero's grip, and tried to hit him, but every blow he painstakingly sent was either dodged or avoided. Hero added a sudden burst of speed, and rammed at entity, pushing his entire body to the cold,hard ground in a matter of seconds.

A strong gust of wind was created, and darify, who was slowly making his way out of the cave, glowing sword in hand, was pushed back by the sheer strength of it.

But not even that could finish him off.

Entity was on his knees, recovering from the impact, when Hero drove the pickaxe to his shoulder joint. Sensing his attack, he bent his back down, the pickaxe barely missing and sprung back up, continuing the battle.

They smote each other, fast and furious, both thirsting for blood and death of their opponent, pickaxe against sword, flickers of light bouncing off the blade, every so often a good blow knocking the opponent back. Until, entity jammed the hilt of his sword onto hero's wrist, splaying his fingers, loosening the grip on his pickaxe, and tackled him to the ground, driving the sword deep into his side.

Darify, who was hiding behind a tree, noticed Hero's failing and rushed to help, distracting entity with his attacks. Entity snarled in frustration, flinging him back to the trees, and focused on his prey again, but hero already recovered from his injury, and was standing up. 

With a hard swing, he threw the pick towards entity. This time, the pick struck home, lodging itself deep into his flesh, causing the man to roar in pain.

Hero ran towards entity, using the momentum to barrel himself forward, gripping the hilt of his pickaxe, still embedded in entity shoulder, and flung him to the ground. Entity was thrown up to a tree, where he grit his teeth, seething in pain and anger.

Cautiously tearing the pickaxe from his limb, he gave Hero a death glare before teleporting away.

The guardian glanced at darify, who was straining to stand, and limped towards him, reaching out a concerned hand.

Inspired by that animation, I just wanted to remake it in words.

Also, I needed to practice on battle scenes, I suck at those.