Beat Her at her Own Game! (End)

“Come now, Sheriff. Surely you wouldn’t shoot an unarmed civilian, right? Come on now? Ya got no honor!” Roxxie taunted.

Texas grunted, and lowered her gun for a second. “I don’t need a sidearm to take you down, varmint.” After a bit of hesitation, she holstered it. “Blowin you across the county line’d be a waste of bullets.”

The Roo’s eyes lit up at Texas’ concession. “Hahaha, Tex! I’m amazed! Well, you might be a spineless, boot-lickin, height-lackin rodent, but you just earned a sliver of respect from me!” She cracked her knuckles, and hopped off of her horse to meet her.

“That’s right, keep yer horse in check,” the weasel huffed, dismounting her own mare and stepping closer. Roxxie’s monstrous mount snorted angrily, but stood in place.

Roxxie simply laughed. “Now don’t get it twisted, Tex. I ain’t steppin off Butterscotch here to even the odds or nothin. I just want to pound you personally on this one.”

“This ain’t a grudge match, Roxxie. I’m a lady of the law,” the weasel retorted. Then under her breath, she added, “...though I’d be lyin if I said I wasn’t gonna enjoy cleanin yer clock...”

“Then cut the chit-chat and give me yer best, Tex!” Roxxie snickered.

Texas needed no further invitation, and went in on her with a left hook! Roxxie didn’t even attempt to block it.

...well, not with her arms, at least. SCHLLLLK! Tex’s fist collided with the roo. And sank in slowly, into her utterly filthy sole.

Tex’s face screwed up a bit, and she pulled back. “E-eww…” But before she could make her next move, that roo stomper slammed down toward the admittedly diminutive sheriff.

SPLLLLAAAAATT!!!

Brown goo splattered in a ring around the large foot. But it was hardly Roxxie’s usual funk. That goop was composed of pure, top-grade lawbringing weasel. The roo cackled, lifting her foot to examine the sticky sheriff beneath. “Well look at that! Beat ya without even throwin a punch! Sure woulda helped if ya managed to hit me even once!”

From the brown goo, two white eyes blinked open, looking at the surroundings. But the bandit gave her no quarter, bringing her foot down again in another powerful SKKKKSSSHH! “If ya sparred as well as ya splattered, then maybe one rustler out here would pretend to fear ya.” Placing her other foot in line with her Tex pressing one, she did what roos did best: she leapt.

Tex snapped off of that foot like used gum, eyes twirling, before focusing up on the twin soles blocking out the sun above. And said eyes trembled in fearful anticipation as they began their return to earth, blocking out the rest of her surroundings as well.

SPLLLLLAAAAAAAAT! “Ahahaha, as if I would ever even waste my time fighting such a pathetic fighter like you!” Roxxie jeered, leaping and slamming down again. SKKKKKKTTTT! “You ain’t worthy o my fists! Yer barely worthy of my feet!” SPPPLLLLLT! SKKKSSSH!! SLLLLLLPPP!! Over and over, the massive marauder stamped on her, savoring each smash between the ground, each splatter between her toes.

Until finally, nothing came back up. Roxxie lifted her foot, only to see a brown disc, painted into the rock. Snickering, the roo walked toward her loyal mare. “Yeah, this is a good spot for ya. Try not to look too much into the sun, alright?” Hopping her fat posterior on her even fatter horse, the outlaw rode out, making sure to stomp on the Tex tile on the way down. She had a carriage to rob, after all.

Tex should never have trusted a cheat to have a fair fight. Though even in a fair fight, she should have considered the strength (and size) of her opponent.