"E...elixer," he mumbled with a crack in his voice. His hand swiped but nothing came about. His light magic was dormant...or gone. his heart and mind were frantic. The curse on his family seemed to have been lifted...or nullified. The irony was that he needed it now more than ever. Free from the curse, but now he felt he was missing a gift. The ability to heal others and keep himself alive.
"recklessness has finally come for me huh," Jin grumbled trying to reach his other hand back up to no avail.
"The undying Jin Tatsumi...you've lived life in the fast line. Throwing yourself into harm's way. Putting yourself in line with the wrong lot...And now it looks like the devil's luck has run out." A man stepped out onto the small landing that hovered over the streets below. A plum of smoke trailed behind him. The man reached into the chest pocket of his dusty brown suit.
"Looks like it," Jin laughed back. The fall was too far to live through, especially with the wound he had sustained so far.
"You made too many people mad my friend. Lights out for now," The man rose a gun and fired. The bullet burned through Jin's chest. His hand slipped and the paladin passed away. Mid-air he gasped for air.