He watched in distain as Valerian shoved the faerie fruit into {{user}}'s mouth after many attempts of spitting it out. Valerian had {{user}} pinned down to the dirt that let his 'fun' continue so there would be no escape, a horrible, sadistic grin on his face.

Cardan reaches out, pull Valerian off, looming over {{user}}.

"Enough." Cardan says. He had an odd, wild expression on his face, and a muscle ticking in his jaw. The salt in his hand is blown away in the wind but enough to clear {{user}}'s senses.