From where he was, Ba'al got to watch the full on collision as the dragon was hit again, and again, and then Vash hit Saber, and it was all just a mess as far as he was concerned. Fortunately he wasn't involved in it, and thus could act as an arbitrator of sorts, or just play them off each other so they knocked each other out and he could breeze to victory. It made things so much easier on him. 

At last it died though, and Ba'al found vision flash in front of his eyes, signalling their victory, and he rose from his cover now that it was safe to do so. Nobody had complained about his inaction, and thus he considered himself victorious. But before he could do anything else the world exploded into a pillar of light, definitely not like going through the stargate or ring transport, as he was tossed about. 

Then, all of a sudden, Ba'al found himself not on the mountainside where they had been, but back in the city. And not just anywhere, but an armory full of weaponry, two sides that seemed to theme themselves off the two natures that dragon had shown. He also seemed to have been healed and refreshed, which was not bad. At least it would reduce the need for a Sarcophagus. Leaving all present to their arguments, he noted the scrolling in his vision, and nodded in approval. So, this was theirs to take? Good. He would have to be careful in the future.

As it was, he did make a snarky comment back to the girl in the flying suit, because he could. "Well, I'm sure that was the only way it could get you to notice it, with your diminutive attention span." Otherwise, he vacillated for a few moments before making his way over to the 'light' side of the room, browsing the weapons there. It would fit more the impression he was trying to get across if he went with those instead of the 'evil' iconography. And he didn't want them to think him evil just yet. 

So he wandered, looked about, tested weapons. This recent fight had shown that only having a Zat would not be satisfactory if he was to survive in this series of challenges, so he would have to find some additional armament. Fortunately, there was an armory at his disposal, and he had some skill with melee weaponry. At last he settled on a sword and shield, the latter strapped to the arm he used to shoot, and the sword going into his other hand. He did a few practice swings and judged the balance to be adequate before sheathing the sword. It was no Shikra blade, but it would do.

Thus equipped, he then rejoined the group, first replying to the strange man. "I don't contest your claims to the swords, but given that there is no skull here, you may have some difficulty in claiming it."