{The man that appears on the Plane is no ordinary man. The first thing that you would likely notice is just how big of a person he is--seven feet tall, at least, and muscular from head to toe. The second thing would be his clothing. It's unmistakably Greek ancient armor and clothing.

But enough about that.

Because this very large person has just been pulled from one battle into what he thinks is another. But, surprisingly, he crosses his arms with a hearty laugh}

Ha! I wouldn't expect you to be so quick, Caster! But this is more to my liking! You decided not to bring Saber or Archer, or even my Master, so we can have a true battle, face to face!

{And he waits...but no Caster. So instead he looks around }

The setting could use some work, though. So, with a realm like this, who are you really, Caster? Aurvandil, perhaps? I could respect a Norse warrior, but this battle is already won!

{...and still nothing. So Rider uncrosses his arms to scratch his head}

Hm, perhaps this is a more unique Noble Phantasm than I thought. I don't even feel any prana here. Well, then! Come out, any who may be here! Certainly there are those who lay wait in this odd darkness!