Yahhah
The Wandering Storyteller
“Making a score sweetie” said the criminal pointing his own gun at her. “Got a problem”. Rex still stood behind the counter though if one were paying attention they would hear a slight noise of bones cracking. A suddenly, WHAM! A scaly tail with a boney club at the end smacked one of the criminals over the head knocking him out instantly. The other heard this and turned around to find the cashier sitting behind the desk with having grown a clubtail. “I think you two are going to jail over twenty maybe thirty bucks” said the cashier. He looked over at the women. “Sorry about the inconvenience ma’am”. The criminal being ignored stood still with disbelief.The woman pulled off her motorcycle helmet and let it drop to the floor, leaving her messy red hair to drape around her neck. Her face was curled in anger, amber eyes wrought with fury, her fists balled in rage. "The fuck do you think you're doing!?" She demanded.