Nolita returned to the yard, already sufficiently healed and hoping to continue associating with her new comrades. There was still a couple hours before the public matches of the day were to begin. She hoped some of the gladiators might still be around to spar with, the ones who had a better grip on themselves than Nathan, at least. She immediately spotted a giant of a man conversing with the arms master. She'd rather not tango with THAT fella. Height-wise Nolita could probably walk in between his legs without her head hitting his bollocks.

That's when she noticed Gangral's ass. He was scratching it, yes, but THERE WAS NO WOUND. She had whipped him there just a few hours ago, leaving a visible mark. This gangral had to be an imposter! A feeling of horror overtook the young girl. She remembered the things that one man had told her. Had threatened her with. Nolita had been sipping on some orange juice she had gotten from the temple (vitamin C is good for cuts), but now she dropped her glass. It shattered on the ground loudly, as everyone in the vicinity turned towards the source. Not-Gangral's eyes locked with hers. With a squeal, Nolita ran from the yard as fast as her slender legs would allow.