The man just stood there with his butter knives looking extra spooky. It seemed he was waiting for Nolita's move. "Ladies first, then? How polite." She quipped. Nolita tightened her gloves and advanced. Cartwheeling left and right, she edged closer. When she was in range, her whip lashed out, two quick jabs, one at his feet, one near his eyes. Her opponent managed to dodge both, and as he went to ripost, Nolita rolled to the side and threw up some sand into his face. The fighter shielded his eyes with one arm and tried stepping back, but too slow. Nolita took the opening to strike low, as her whip made contact with the man's thigh. He grunted, and the leather where the whip had struck was visibly peeling. A trickle of blood had already started to leak out of the wound. Nolita somersaulted backwards twice, dusted herself off, and smirked. "Whaddaya know? I gotcha first, didn't I?" She let slip a giggle.