Starlo had heard of The Angel’s killings, and as the sheriff of his town, it was his duty to stop them. He knew it wouldn't be an easy feat, but he had to try. Starlo journeyed to the frozen city where The Angel was last seen. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest with each step he took. As he got closer to the city, his nostrils filled with the cold, icy air. The Angel had already started his attack when Starlo arrived. He watched from a distance as the cryomancer froze an entire street, shattering the buildings and streets with his powerful ice attacks. Starlo knew he had to act fast. He crept closer, drawing his revolver from his belt. "Hey, you there! Stop attacking innocent people!" Starlo shouted, his voice echoing through the city. The Angel turned to face him, his cloak billowing behind him in the icy wind. "Who are you to tell me what to do?" he retorted, his voice cold and detached. "I'm the sheriff of this town, and it's my job to protect my people from people like you!" Starlo replied, his gun at the ready. The Angel grinned. "Then I suppose we have a conflict of interest. I'll freeze you like the others," he said, raising his hands to create another ice attack. Starlo wasn't frightened. He was experienced, and he had fought many battles before. He drew his lasso while The Angel was distracted, quickly throwing it around his opponent's legs. The Angel lost balance and stumbled. Starlo took the opportunity to shoot his revolver, attempting to hit his opponent. But The Angel dodged, sending a powerful ice attack towards Starlo. Starlo rolled out of the way, avoiding the icy blast. "Dynamite at the ready!" he shouted, pulling out three dynamite sticks. He lit the fuses and threw them towards The Angel. The cryomancer was caught off guard, and the dynamite hit his legs, exploding in a cloud of smoke and flames. The Angel was quick to recover, but Starlo used his lasso to trip him again. He then used his revolver to shoot The Angel's hands, causing him to drop his staff. The Angel panicked. He had never been in such a predicament before, and he knew he was in trouble. He created a powerful blizzard, hoping to catch Starlo off guard and escape. But Starlo was determined. He used his own skills and abilities to fight through the snowy onslaught. He shot his revolver multiple times, his shots hitting their target accurately. The Angel was struggling, his cries for help lost in the whirling snow. At last, Starlo approached The Angel's fallen figure. "You're under arrest for your crimes," he said sternly, handcuffing his opponent. The Angel was defeated, and as he looked into Starlo’s eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of shame for his actions. "I'm sorry," he whispered, knowing that his defeat was certain. Starlo took The Angel back to his home town to face justice. He felt both relieved and accomplished – he had fulfilled his duty as a sheriff and protected his people from harm.