One second Ryder was focused on the battle, hoping that her gargoyle would win. The next, she was kneeling next to her dead grandfather, tears forming in her eyes, shaking him violently.<br/><br/>It had happened so fast, she couldn't keep her wits about her. She had leaped out of her seat, eyes wide with pure shock. Instantly the master was on the ground, trying to push and shake her only family member back to life. But it was useless. He was dead. "Someone help! Find who did this, now!" Her voice cracked as she yelled, some paramedics rushing to him quickly. They were usually here to treat fatal injuries of defeated Fighters, but this new victim surprised them.<br/><br/>Ryder stood back and leaned against a pillar, trying to slow her breathing. She was almost hysterical, memories of her father's death and Damien's death starting to come back, her whole body shaking now. The woman had held in all of her pain and regret, had put on a brave face and hardly showed her emotions, but this was too much.<br/><br/>On her knees she fell, sobbing into her hands, the tears making her face wet and her palms salty. Her chest heaved, whole body shaking uncontrollably.<br/><br/>No one else in the arena had noticed, at least not the audience. They continued to cheer and watch, completely transfixed with the fighting creatures. Ryder had the perfect veil to let everything out, but now, no family to share it with.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Percival. He did this. He had to have done it! This has his name written all over it...</span><br/><br/>She had disliked the Master earlier, but now. She loathed his very name.