Ben squinted at the pole he saw as he entered into the light, his eyes yet to adjust to the harsh rays.
A woman, chained to the stone beam. But why. Ben quickly turned as the gate shut, the some what thug looking man on the other side of the arena looked just as confused. They did not sign up for fighting a Jedi. A tremor in the Force let Ben know just how powerful she was. 
He moved back sabers still drawn, beaming with heat and energy as he circled the arena, carefully watching both the man and the Jedi.

"What do you say? Shall there be blood?" The announcer yelled in excitement, mimicking the excitement of the crowd who cheered louder at the words. With a wave of his hand two brutes from either side of the area pulled a lever moving a long rusted metal gear. A sliding could be heard under their feet and up the stone beam as the Jedi was released from her chain. 

"Last one alive, shall win all bets" The alien announcer hissed, addressing the crowd and the fighters. 
A light saber hilt was thrown out from the crowd down towards the female Jedi's feet. Ben tightened his grip on his own hilts in fear of what she would do. He was not sure that she could take him down, but it would be a ling hard fight if she shall try. 
But
Something didn't right, she was chained, in an Empire state, she was obviously here against her will. He thought. He could fight her, perhaps even strike her down, or he could help her.. but she may sense his dark energy and begin an assault no matter. He glanced over at the thug who was circling the opposite side of the arena. Ben could sense his fear. 
Ben took a deep breath and waited for the woman's move.