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Rider stared for a long moment at Estelle, saw the doubt on her face, the fear and panic in her eyes when she started tugging at her leg. He had initially believed that her appearance was merely a shell. That she was - mentally - ready for this war. It was only now that he saw that his 'Master' truly was a child when her back was up against the wall. And it was only during times of great duress when you could truly take someone's measure.

Frowning in disappointment at the girl, Rider declined to further attack the Magus, instead descending to Estelle's side. Staring down at her with an uncharacteristically deep frown, he cleaved his spear through the earth entrapping her and pulled her up onto his chariot.

She had panicked the moment she was attacked, but not only that. She had also given him an order that - judging by her expression - she had immediately regretted. Even if your reason for killing is driven by grief or anger, you should commit to your decision and never waver until the deed was done. The respect he had slowly gained for her had vanished in that moment, and had likewise killed his enthusiasm for today's battle. Continuing to stare at the child for another long moment, Rider turned to look to the Witch that commanded Saber. Despite her initially timid appearance, she had proven sturdy in the face of danger.

He felt just a tiny pang of jealousy for the swordswoman.

"I'm done fighting for now," Rider stated to Estelle. "If you want to force me to continue, you'll have to use a command seal."

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