Fuck That! She dives to the side!

Texas, realizing she has an unstoppable, bullet-proof wrecking ball hurtling towards her, dives to the side. Pepper slammed through one of the posts of the sheriff's station, splitting the wooden wall in half and causing it to collapse on her. The sheriff's sign began to dangle over the wreckage, losing it's stability from the collision. Dust and sand filled the air from the collapse, as townsfolk gathered around the newly remodeled sheriff's office. Texas picked herself off the ground, dusting her duster, but not panting her pants.

"Ah have no idea who in the blazes you are, but you are under arrest for threatenin' an officer, attackin' an officer, and destruction of property! So come out with your hands up, or I'mma have to go in there."

The sign collapsed down onto the pile of splintered rubble that was Pepper's prison. The air remained silent for several seconds... several infuriating seconds in which the silence turned into shocked murmurs.

"...She's dead..." "...Texas killed the newcomer..." "...Aww, I wanted to see her squashed..." "...Heh, the Sheriff finally won a fight..."

All of the speech died down as two massive white fists burst free of the wood pile. Splinters hit the dirt, causing the townsfolk to scurry back. Texas narrowed her gaze and adjusted her footing, as Pepper began to walk forward... with her hands up? The crowd was in a silent shock at the tower with a pulse walking forth, hands up. Texas tipped her hat, and slowly walked forward.

"Clever gal. Don't wanna add resistin' arrest to your charges, now do y-"

Texas was cut off as Pepper whipped around and her tail slammed into the lawmen's stomach. Texas felt her legs and upper torso go forward, while her stomach was sent flying backwards, creating a comedic, sideways U-shape sheriff with her eyes bulging out. Texas was sent careening into a massive metal pillar, denting it before she slid to the ground. The water tower groaned and creaked over her as she struggled to catch the breath that had gotten brutally knocked out of her.

"I told you, Tex. I'm the hangman… and my Boss says she wants to see you done by noon. So unless you want your last words to be the pained groans of someone smashed against a heavily armored arachnid ass, you best come quietly. Perhaps, apologizing for the inconvenience is a good place to start."

The sound of metal on metal filled the air, causing Texas to look up even as tears welled in her eyes. Pepper wielded a bowie knife, and was slowly dragging it along her armored tail. Reaching the point, she began to draw it sideways along the stinger several times, as if sharpening her appendages for proper impaling.

"That was quick thinking, Tex. It's a real shame that running and fleeing doesn't win fights. Eventually, **** catches up to everyone."

She slipped the knife into an inner pocket on her jacket, her tail oozing fluorescent blue fluid down into the dirt. Winding up her tail, Pepper crossed her arms.

"Any last words, Sheriff? Or do you wanna settle for pleading groans as I grind you to dust under my cheeks?"