"And which choice would you be?" Rictor asks wryly. The fighting's not half as bad as it could be, as far as he can see, and he's seen bad. Kids shooting guns bad. Death "Horseman of the Apocalypse" bad. Limbs getting sliced by giant swords bad. He frowns over what else the last one brings up. Maybe no one has sharp things here, but that's not stopping them from going at each other with all they got.

Rictor followed in the general direction as the other man, because it seemed as good a plan as any. Kill or be killed might be the matter on the table right now, but he has yet to make any hostile moves and Rictor would rather take this unknown quantity than the ones who definitely would try to take him out.

Then again, Rictor's not a small guy, not like some of the other people on the field. Not a big guy, but not small either, and if hand-to-hand's the only way to throw down here, he's clearly not going down easy. Maybe this dude is just assessing his chances.

"The name's Rictor," he says, because someone who's planning to commit homicide doesn't just start giving out his name. And vice versa... hopefully. "And I don't know about you, but I'm taking the third option."