The next morning was a training session for the Maximus Gladiators before the public matches began. The fighters were gathered in the yard. "Listen up, dogs!" barked the arms master. "I'm told we get a new recruit today. Surely whoever they are will be less worthless than you lot. So brace yourselves, because you'll be sparring with them!" He grunted at the servants standing nearby. "Alright, bring 'em out!" And a little girl trotted out onto the field, much to the arms master's anger. "THIS is the new meat? Why, she's just a toothpick." The man blistered. "And dressed up like mommy's little whore-in-training. Unripe to be shanked by either of my swords..." He really hated his job. "I HAVE a name, you know!" Nolita replied, with a light accent and more than a hint of annoyance. The arms master glared at her. "Alright fine, whelp. It seems there are no more able bodied men left in all of Rome, so you're what we get. You'll make a nice little snack for the lions soon enough, but first I'll let this lot over here tender you up for them." He turned to the gladiators. "Alright dogs, who wants a go at our new little fairy princess first?"