Rider's question of what to do now was to be answered quite quickly, as he was transported to this arena. He scanned the crowd, and his opponent. He let out a sigh of sorrow and readied his Pistol. He didn't want another helpless person to die, but he was going to have to. He walked towards the middle of the arena, blank faced as ever, staring directly at this female, waiting for her to make the first move. His hand was on his sword, pistol put back into it's holster.