(You can play as any villager, just edit it, but preferably blacksmith. Since this is based off a headcanon that Blacksmiths used to/do fight.)

Horror. Blood. Slaughter. Gore. It's horrible. They already occupied the iron golems. They brang RAVANGERS this time. But here you stood. With a bloodied axe/hoe. You'd managed to hurt multiple Vindicators and Pillagers.

A pain sprang through your shoulder, you turned around to see a Pillager on the roof of one of the village homes, a crossbow aimed at you. It shot your shoulder. You didn't have time to react before a Vindicator sprang out, lunging- Slamming into your face. It didn't just take out a chunk of your cheek like the others. It slit your eye in half.