Nikki, #8, Rivalry

Exercise 3: A contest!
The arena was set. The Hunger Games were coming to a close. The smell of blood sunk deep into the wilderness, showing off the brutle deaths. There were only two competeters left, and they were in a race to the finish. A tall, skinny girl was weilding a thick band of plyable metal with dangerous edges. The older boy was hulking over her cradling two axes in his massive hands.
Only one could win. The girl scrambled up a tree, hoping to atleast match the height of her opponet. The boy watched her every move, waiting for her to strike at him. Once she was in position she unrolled her whip of metal and struck him across the face. In retaliation he threw his axe against the edge of the tree, making the large branch she was standing on break. She went spralling to the ground scraping her self in every-which-way. Clumsily, the girl made it to her feet. Both contestants brawled eachother gaining feircer with each second that past. The boy's axes and fists pumbled her, while she continually shredded the other.
They were really getting into it now, their weapons going a million miles per hour. Suddenly, the girl turned on heel and dashed. He threw his remaining axe at the girl, and it missed, and sunk deeply into a neerby tree. Forced to run, he clamored throughout the overbrush trying to find his weapon and to keep up with her. The axe glinted, with a sharp tug it was then released from the green prison. The girl knew that she was being chased and quickly climbed up a tree when he turned around. All she had to do was wait. He trudged through the forest looking for the girl. She spotted him directly under her, she sprung from her seat in the tree and wrapped her metal around his throat. The sharp edges digging into his neck and airflow being cut off at the same time. He was quickly dead. The last booming cannon was fired. She had won. The games were over.