Fire!!! Fire!! I have to say it again, Fire!!! When two or more Otukas are gathered, a fire is nearby ready to consume habitually bad men mercilessly. No ashes remain and the fire is too hot to scream in. Kegs of rum and seas of brine cannot quench it. The fire though is always a potentiality and it is only the purity of the human spirit the Otuka encases that turns him away from such an eschatology of the wicked. Inevitably, sometimes it has to done. Plenty of indications, no announcement required.
