Nightingale wasn't perturbed in the least by the flaming dragon heads that the Merc made appear. Nor was she impressed by his continued theatrics, or the song he had put on. She preferred something a bit more upbeat, and a bit less patronizing.
"What, this scumbag?" She replied, glancing over her shoulder at Caro, then looking back at the Merc. "Nope. No-one's worth my life - no one that I've met yet, anyways." She added nonchalantly, the shield still up. It was a wonderful thing. It wouldn't allow anything to pass through it on his end, but she could still attack from her end. The only drawback was the energy cost. She wondered how long she'd have to deal with him alone until another Hero showed up. Not that she was worried.
"But you see, it's all a matter of principle..." She added conversationally, her hands igniting the blades in her hand with a blinding blue energy, making them about 100 times more deadly than before. "You've challenged me. I don't want people thinking that I'm some sort of weakling. Besides, I don't get paid if I walk away."
Tensing her muscles and narrowing her eyes at the Merc, she inclined her head.
"I'm Nightingale. Do I get a name before we begin?"