Round 2: weapons, no wolves
Pepper was standing at the arena center with what looked like two machetes only thinner and a sick grin on her face. Mj took a deep breath and stepped to the center almost nose to nose with Pepper. She laughed shortly as she leaned into Mj’s face “I can't wait to bathe in the money your ass is gonna make me,” Pepper glanced toward the others, “don't worry about Dante I will take good care of him too” Pepper’s voice was shrill and Mj’s fist tightened on the knives as she leaned back onto her heel to ready for the buzzer.
