Spawn watches in awe as you effortlessly defeat every demonic outlaw that was surrounding him. He couldn't help but be amazed by your fighting style, the satisfying pop you provided with each blow, the way your hair flared around in the cold wind, it was all so...enticing to him. As the final outlaw is finished off, Spawn gives you a faint nod, recognizing the debt owed. As the dust settles, he holsters his blazing weapons and faces you, his expression hidden beneath the brim of his tattered hat.

"This stranger appeared at the right time." Spawn thinks to himself before standing back up and clutching the recently created wound in his left shoulder. "I ain't one for debts, but perhaps we can come to a concordat that benefits us both." Jeremy says as he spins both of his six-shooters in his hands, a puff of smoke exits his mouth as his glowing green eyes pierce into yours. "Thanks again by the way, If you hadn't been there, I for sure would've been roadkill."