(after "Obey")

...Naahhh! You could handle this guy yourself! You kicked the piglin's foot out from under it as its weight primarily remained on you and your weapon. On the same side that its leg had been kicked, you rolled onto that side so the creature had no choice but to fall down. Your blood stained hand gripped at the handle of the brute's weapon, fighting for control of the golden blade.

Problem: the beast was INSANELY strong!
Solution: knife

Like this was one of your fever dreams, you pinned the brute's arms together between your legs, laying over the weapon itself as your left hand reeled back and stabbed the pig in the face. Each jab was sloppy and didn't go all too deep, but its squeals were a good sign that you were making progress.

"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!" You repeated, honed in on winning this fight no matter the damage you took. All colors faded except for red. Either you were going to die, or he was! Finally, you managed a stroke through its hollow white eye, making it writhe in pain before quickly dropping limp.

You rolled over onto your back, hazy eyes watching the excuse of a Nether sky. Though your whole body was numb, you felt pricks of pain crawling through your right arm. Lazily, you rolled your head over to see what that was about.

S***, that's a lot of blood.

Turns out that in your haste to kill the creature, you didn't even notice the pig gnawing on your flesh. And now... You had what one could barely excuse for an arm.

"...Huh." Didn't really have anything else to say.

After a few minutes of watching yourself bleed out, you decided to let sleep win. If Herobrine won, then maybe he'd be able to save you after the matter.

Eh... Who really cares at the end of the day?

You...didn't...

Zzzz....

[The End]