Fight For The Finish (Editing)
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My name is Nala Timbers, I'm 17 years old. I got taken away from my family to fight. 2 players fight against 2 other players until they either get badly hurt or die. It's a very tough sport to entertain people but, who knows, maybe I'll end up warming up to it eventually.
NOTE: I wrote most of this when I was younger, therefore, there might be quite a few spelling errors. I apologize! I'm doing some MAJOR editing, slowly but surely!
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