[u]Ashuna.[/u] [b]Jason was fighting for his life, sensing he was to die soon. He slashed through the oncoming waves of his former allies, his cursed sword, acting as his eyes, and as, well, a [i]sword.[/i] He parried the axe of a paladin, but took a gunshot to his upper back. He let out a cry of rage and hate, before swiftly decapitating the shooter. He began to fight to enemies, the first one armed with a staff, and the second with a kitana, much like Jason's own. He parried a blow from the staff wielder, and slashed his chest, but took a slice the chest from the sword wielder. He let out another cry of rage and hate, wearing down slowly.[/b] [b]Jason looked down at his nice suit, which had multiple gunshots and sword injuries visible. He gritted his teeth and straightened his tie, before getting back to work. He slashed through what seemed like a seemingly endless amount of enemies, taking lots of hits, and weakening slowly as well. He noticed that his wounds weren't healing, so perhaps the weapons and ammunitions were armed with a sort of enchantment that broke through his invulnerability. [/b] [b]Jason no longer had a sense of time, his life now consisting only of defending himself to the death. A bullet tore through his knee cap, causing him to kneel. He used his sword to prop himself up, and dropped his kitana. He smiled, thinking about his family that he brutally murdered. [i]I'll be joining them in hell, that's for sure.[/i] A bullet struck him in shoulder, causing him to fall to his hands and knees. [i]Not ready.. to die, yet.[/i] Another bullet struck through his stomach. [i]I have to... hold on...[/i] Another bullet struck him square in the back, causing him to spit up blood.[/b] [i]I have to... hold on..[/i] [b]A bullet him, but he couldn't determine where, as he slowly fell onto his back./b] [i]I have to...[/i] [b]More bullets struck him.[/b] [i]I have...[/i] [b][i]More[/i] bullets struck him.[/b] [i]I...[/i] [b]His heart stopped, and he died.[/b] [b]But, wait- His heart started back up, pumping out its last bit of blood. Jason pushed himself up, and removed his bandana, placing it on the ground, smearing blood on it. He pushed a button on it, sending it to the Avalon, notifying them of his demise. A last bullet struck him directly in the heart. He collapsed, welcoming the calm, and dark embrace of death. He smiled, tiredly, and finally died. Jason was no more.[/b]