<strong>Name:</strong>Adam Smith<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gehenna<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Necromancer<br/><br/>It was pleasing to harm the Necromancer. It was pleasing to make the Necromancer cry out in pain. But even though it touched a part of the gaping void where a soul and emotional core would be, it was only a passing pleasantness that provided Adam with no long-term comfort or respite. It gave him no long-term solace against the harsh darkness of the world, and he was soon enough once more a hollow, dead shell of a man. Adam advanced towards the Necromancer's new position, once more raising up his weapon with languid menace, unmindful of the gore that dripped down from it and onto the flesh of his arm.<br/><br/>The Necromancer shot at Adam. They all hit. The hulking grotesque in a mask was not swift enough to dodge a bullet, and definitely not at this range. A couple of the shots that struck the chest were somewhat stopped by the vest; they made wounds and punched into the flesh, but the bullets did not penetrate the vest itself and the spent slugs mushroomed out upon it. Others, more numerous, penetrated into Adam's body, mushrooming within his flesh and causing trauma, though none managed to cause exit wounds, halted within the masked murder's mass. His mask deflected some bullets, but others struck less well protected areas. The wire mesh protecting his eyes failed to withstand a bullet, and it punched through his eye, destroying it and continuing on to the vitals within Adam's skull. A different bullet destroyed an ear. And with each impact, Adam's for shuddered with the dispersed force of impact. At the end of it, Adam faced the Necromancer. The weapon remained raised, and for a tense second, it seemed as though the bullets had not done their job.<br/><br/>And then, Adam keeled backwards, landing heavily. He lay still, and eventually stopped breathing. Autonomic processes shut down as brain death set in. He continued to bleed out onto the floor.