Yell the Guards and Charge BB Winterbottom Immediately

The air was alight with anticipation. Texas knew she didn't have long, and while being careful and slow was something she often felt she had to do, right now she knew she just had to stop those two. "Guards! Guards!" Texas yelled at the top of her voice, keeping grip of the hammer as she started charging through the mass of prisoners. Her shoulders slammed away anyone who tried to stand in her way, prisoners turning to see who was yelling and then getting knocked aside before they could stop her and grab her.

"Oi, what's going on?" One guard bellowed down.

"Someone's moving! Prisoner, stop!" A guard on the ground floor replied, staring into the mass of criminals. "It's Texas!"

BB Winterbottom turned to see Texas coming for her and her eyes widened. She shoved a hand into her cleavage and pulled up a brass trumpet, one clearly from the factory. "Stop her!" she barked at Copperbutt. The pegasus threw down her pick axe and turned towards Texas just in time to take a hammer sweep to the legs. They struck at her shins and she howled as she was tripped up, send crashing head first into the rock she had been mining. *CRASH* The impact was so hard that even Texas had to wince, but at least she knew she was out of the fight. A good blow, even if her fall robbed Texas of the hammer.

BB put the trumpet to her lips and blew. *Too-" Before the trumpet could finish it was knocked flying out of her grasp, bouncing across the yard... but it was too late. An answering trumpet came from the supply shed in the yard. "What the hell is that?" one guard called out.

"Oh fuck, it's the elephant we grabbed!" another guard cried out before *CRASH* the front door of the shed tore to wooden shreds, and all hell broke loose. "Shoot it!" The guard pulled up his rifle and opened fire, the bullet pinging the elephant and earning a much more rage filled trumpet.

BB was on her ass for a moment, before she wiped some spit from her lips. "You think you can stop us, Texas? You're too late already!" BB declared as she went to stand back up, but Texas didn't hesitate. The weasel charged her, jumping into the air to point her booted feet right at BB's face. The impact was a heavy *SLAM* and BB was sent crashing backwards, her hat tumbling from her head and the grappling hook bouncing out. "Ugh... I will not be outdone... by a rodeo clown!" BB groaned, pushing herself back up again. She widened her stance and Texas charged in again.

"The only clown here is you, BB," Texas replied as she saw the counter hug coming and feinted a blow instead. As BB went in for it, Texas swung around with a punch across the face, and then another to her gut, sending BB stumbling backwards again. In the background guards fired their weapons at the elephant as it stampeded across the yard, crushing anyone in its way. BB turned her stagger back into a spin, her ample backside bouncing before she leapt back, throwing her ass out towards Texas. Texas saw it coming and dove to the ground, avoiding the *PRRRBRRTTT* that pumped from the moose's ass as she ended up crashing to the ground. Texas pushed back up and delivered a roundhouse kick to the moose, throwing her across the yard and onto her back.

BB tried to lift herself up again, looking up at Texas with a tremble. "The lights... dim... the curtain... closes... but how... will the hero act... in the grand finale?" BB huffed, giving Texas a grin before flumping back down and into unconsciousness.

"Somebody stop it!" A guard yelled, getting Texas's attention. The weasel looked to the guards getting squashed under those enormous elephantine stompers as the rampaging elephant tried to defend itself. She looked to her rope and hook, then back to the patch of wall that BB and Copperbutt had been working next to. This was their escape route, their escape plan. She'd stopped it... but she also now had the means to enact it. Though that meant she'd be breaking the law by escaping the jail and she'd be leaving these guards to face down this elephant alone. They had been abusive and cruel, but did they deserve to be stomped into paste? Looking towards the action going on she couldn't help but notice a metal collar around the elephant's neck. She could get the grapple to attach to it if she got a good throw.

Texas scooped up the grappling hook and then looked back to Copperbutt. The pegasus was on her front and groaning weakly. Her pants had slipped down, revealing the mass of knotted sheets she'd tried to stash up against her cheeks. Texas grabbed the end and passed it through the grappling hook. She quickly tied off a knot then pulled the rest of the sheet rope clear, yanking them from Copperbutt's wobbling backside until Texas had the full amount. Texas gripped the hook and started spinning as BB's question replayed in her head. How would she act? The promise of a certain escape at the cost of ignobility, or trust in the process that had already burned her and that Warden Ramshackle would grant her the release she was promised?