Jenny growled, crouching into a attack posture poised ready to attack.
"Come on Jenny," Thomas crooned, standing beside Randall "a life down here is better than living like a walking freak show. Just come with us and you'll be treated like a queen."
Jenny narrowed her gaze, a life of pampering was something far from her captor's minds but a life of fear and humiliation was a life not worth living. But a far better option came to mind, one that would have made her grin with malicious glee if she still had lips. Why should she be the only genetic mix up around. Jenny backed down off the stairs acting like a scolded puppy.
Randall grinned stepping aside to let her pass "You made the right choice Jenny. Now we can begin the test-AARG"
Jenny refused to let him finish, delivering a swift kick to his legs. Randall's fragile bones shattered from the impact with her hoofs with a loud Crack and his legs crumpled beneath him as he yowled in pain. Thomas dashed for the discarded tranquilizer gun only for it to be knocked out of his reach by a large paw. Jenny shrieked rearing up on her hind legs flapping her wings towering over Thomas the utter definition of raw power and fear. Thomas screamed before crumpling to the floor out cold.