Pruna took the time of the countdown to look around, taking in all the information she could get from the surroundings. Noting the supply bags and the weapons.

She went over the warnings in her head, don't step off the pedestal early. She already knew that, that was always the rule. If you went too early you would die. Don't kill yourself off, well there was little chance of her doing that. It was a stupid plan.

And be sure to win or die before the time ends, or she would be dead forever. A new risk, and one she took seriously.

In a lot of ways this arena would be easier. She didn't have Sandy. Though she liked being with Sandy it was definitely less to worry about that there was only herself to keep alive this time.

And Wyatt, she hadn't forgotten their deal.

As the countdown got low she got ready, eyes flickering around, noting who was near, who she knew, who was dangerous.

The gong went and she was off, heading towards the weapons.