With her first opponent shuffling away in shame, Nolita nodded to allow this new challenger to approach. He was dressed in all black leather, much too heavy for this weather. The hot roman sun beating down on him would tire him out quicker than usual. Perhaps he thought the leather would protect him. Not so, as Nolita's whip was capable of tearing through most material that wasn't plate metal, and even breaking bones.

When her dark and mysterious new foe stood before her, Nolita did a spin and struck a pose. "Hey there, tough guy. Promise to go easy on me, yeah? I'm just a sweet little thing." She cracked her whip loudly to the side to emphasize how sweet she was. She waited to see what her opponent would do.