Nate rolls his shoulders, and turns to Celine.
“You ready for two opponents?” Celine’s grin gets wider, then she tilts her head,
“You want me to put the headphones in as well?” Nate whoops and nods,
“Up to you. I’m happy to let you show off as much as you want, Luna.” Seb stares at Nate,
“She’s adding handicaps and taking on two opponents? And you’re still convinced she’s going to win against us?” Nate nods. Celine lets her grin fade and tilts her head.
“I did exactly this while facing Beta Nate, Warrior Sammy and Alpha George in England, with these exact handicaps, so… I’m pretty confident myself.” She shrugs, “But if you don’t fancy your chances, that’s fine with me and we can let someone else have a turn.” She smirks as Seb narrows his eyes at her, but she stands ready. Seb growls
