Raises her gun. She's standing her ground! (End pt. 1)

"Put yer hands above yer head, ya overgrown brute! Last warnin!"

Texas narrowed her eyes, raising her gun again. Her thumb resting on the hammer, she draws it back back. Click-click. Her finger nestling up to the trigger, she pulls it back and the revolver kicks in her hand. P-BOOM! The bullet grazes Pepper's rib armor, pinging into the dirt and kicking up dust behind the Amazonian. Texas narrows her eyes, swallowing her saliva and ignoring the bead of sweat running down her cheek. Again, she repeats the steps to take if being charged at. The Hammer goes click-click, the barrel goes P-BOOM! And the target... is supposed to stop charging towards you. The bullet hits Pepper square in the freckles cheek, yet it slides off... actually sending sparks along with it.

Texas ignored the sudden dryness in her mouth, and the fact her tongue has gone as heavy as lead. Her thumb rapidly draws the hammer back, and her shaking finger squeezes the trigger as if it was a race... Well, it was. P-BOOM! The bullet hits Pepper square in the chest, the ping of the bullet actually ringing out. Coming to a walk, the Scorpion pulls open her jacket to reveal the three flattened rounds pressed to her skin. Closing her sharp fingers around each one, she pulls them off and tosses them on the sandy ground. The only notable damage to her chitin exoskeleton being black dust... which she casually brushes away into the desert wind.

Terrified, Texas raises her gun up and rapidly fans the hammer. Click-click chunk... click-click chunk.... click... click... chunk. The sheriff's pupils went wide, as her six gun, did in fact, only hold six shots. The shadow Pepper cast over her was enough to make her shake in fear, as the now useless hunk of steel fell from her grip. The Enforcer actually looked... amused.

"Heheh... Many people try that, Tex. Most quit after the 4th shot doesn't work. The quick ones stop after 2. The smart ones don't try at all."

Grabbing Texas by the throat, she feels her throat tighten and constrict... air barely getting through. And when it does get past the clenching grip of Pepper's fingers, it hurts.

"Grrrk! P-puuu.... me.... dnnn..."

Texas struggles to say, her eyes bulging out of her head from the pressure. Pepper only chuckles, and squeezes further. Texas legs begin to thrash, her dusty boots swaying and kicking in vain at the air, as if trying to fight whatever wind blew this creep into town. As her vision fades and darkens, her eyes swimming and growing blurry, she sees Pepper tilt her head in thought... and then she feels the fingers release. Falling to the ground on her knees, Texas collapses onto her hands and sucks up breath after breath. Even as it hurt her throat to so greedily inhale, she found herself unable to stop swallowing sweet O2 down. Tears in her eyes, and her limbs still shivering, she slowly looked up at Pepper...

"Well? I put you down. You wanted a second chance at life… put it to good use, Sheriff~"

And right at the Arachnid's foot. Her powerful, sharp toes wiggling... they sorta resembled her fingers. Sweat dripped down onto the Law-weasel's face, as Pepper looked at her with the same curious head tilt.