Starlo withdraws a large syringe with some kind of serum in it and glares at you with anger and contempt.

"If not Ceroba... I'd not whitness your crimes. I'll judge you here, and now."

Starlo thrusts the syringe into his skin through cloak, gritting his teeth from the sting before he raises brows as if he didn't expect it to be that tame... but then he falls to his knee, shaking and panting.

"Pardner. Your terror..."

He looks up at you with glowing like sun eyes.

"Ends now."