Roughly half a foot shorter, smaller frame and reach, apparently in hear early twenties. Nicoli's emotionless orbs took in every detail afforded to him, filing it in his memory for use in the upcoming confrontation. His over all impressed, not impressive. Physically the girl didn't appear like much, but in a world full of monsters and magic that didn't equate to helpless or weak. He reminded himself that she would not be here if she were not confident in her abilities. 

As he surveyed her every inch he noted the weapons that she wore on her belt. As he stepped onto the other end of the bridge he could see how tightly she gripped one of her batons, and also noted how she held her other hand out of his sight so that he couldn't tell what she was doing. It was a tactic also used, deception proved useful to those that knew how to properly wield it. Done correctly and it could cut deeper than any sword. 

His pace didn't slow, soft soled boots making only a whisper of sound as he continued moving forward. Under the cover of his cloak his right hand grasped the eighteen inch baton he wore attached to his right thigh while his left reached slightly behind him and gripped his cloak tightly. 

"I will be your only challenge." He said in a harsh tone, spitting it forth like venom. At this range his eyes would clearly be visible, as well as the murderous intent behind them. Nicoli had killed many many times before, mostly for money, it was clear that he view the girl before him like any other contract.