Sniff

Knowing a stationary wrecking ball would be easier to combat than an armoured and moving steamroller, Texas turned to Sniff, hurling her lasso out, and over the running outlaw. Her arm was strong, and her aim true, and even at this range, she managed to loop her rope over the hyena, and pulled it taut, snaring the outlaw. Sniff stopped, though only for a second before she shot the sheriff a toothy smile. "Really, Tex?" She asked, gripping the rope with her hands. "You want a tug o' war? Come on then!" With a firm pull, she yanked Texas closer, the weasel sheriff trying to fight back, but even restrained, Sniff had a fearsome amount of upper body strength.

As she dragged Texas closer, Sniff glanced toward Scraps, the feral hyena currently digging a hole in the sand, Texas' gun clenched in its mouth, suggesting the pet wanted to bury its new toy. With a series of laughs, cackles, and chitters, Sniff seemed to talk to her pet, which perked up at the sound of her 'voice', dropping the gun into the half-dug hole and charging towards his master.

Upon reaching Sniff, Scraps started to chew on the rope holding her, his powerful jaw able to crack bone, so rope was little obstacle for his pointed teeth. The rope frayed, then snapped, but not before Sniff had managed to drag Texas in, putting the pair close enough that a brawl was inevitable.

Going for a pre-emptive Strike, Texas threw a hard punch right into Sniff's face, hissing through gritted teeth as her knuckles slammed against the wall that was her opponent. Sniff barely flinched, letting out an amused laugh as Texas nursed her hand. "Is that all you have, Sheriff? Let me show you what I have!" Reaching over her shoulder, Sniff gripped the large sledgehammer she stowed on her back, bringing it over and down in a brutal two handed swing.