"...Keep you out of trouble."

The Scorpion girl narrowed her eyes, her tail lifting up and rising up beside her face. The sharp stinger aimed directly at the Weasel.

"Ah have no clue what your deal is, Stranger, but I can't have you causing any sort of ruckus. Either back down or put your hands up!"

Texas reached for her trusty sidearm, her fingers wrapping around the custom wooden hilt. Six shots of .357, capable of knocking down any target... or so Texas thought. Pepper didn't back down, sighing as she realized that the sheriff wouldn't just walk her furry little ass back into her office and twiddle her thumbs.

"My deal is you keep interfering with my paycheck. Bust up one heist, and Leika gets annoyed. Bust up two jailbreaks, and she gets pissed. But when you wreck three of her schemes? You're lucky she didn't send a whole army to raze this tiny little tumbleweed town to the goddamn ground. You've been cracking skulls too long, Weasel! And now that I've arrived... you'll be swinging by noon."

Her tail raising up and twisting to form a circle shape, the shadow looking exactly like a noose. Pepper spit onto the ground, the fluorescent blue fluid sizzling in the sun. The frothy bubbling, however, wasn't from the intense desert heat at all… her fluids were just so damn corrosive, they had begun to melt the sand. By the time the sizzling came to a stop, there was a small glass ditch in the ground, barely the size of a gold coin.

"I just want you to know... what happens next... it's on you, Sheriff."

Pepper took a fighting stance, her right foot and right arm forward. Her tail raised up in a striking position, circling beside her cheek. The citizens and thugs alike peered from their windows... some rooting for Texas, but let's be honest. Most were rooting for the newcomer.

The clock chimed 11AM, and Pepper charged. Texas pulled her revolver from it's holster, hurriedly loosing three quick shots. The first two hit dead center, punching clean through the jacket... and yet the scorpion girl seemed unaffected. It wasn't until the third round hit her shoulder and actually ricocheted back past Texas's head that the lawmen realized the issue. It wasn't fault bullets or a jammed gun... but rather, Pepper's armor was so tough, bullets simply pinged off of it. With the goliath of a girl barreling towards her, Texas narrows her eyes and...