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[h2]Enzio "Zed" Ferrari [/h2] 
[h3]Latin District, Atop a Building Observing the River Seine[/h3] 
[@Red Alice] [@ManyThings][@Indra][@The World]
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“You damn familiar put me do-”

Enzio tried to state as his Servant dragged him along their merry way, seemingly without any sort of care for the wellbeing of their Master. 

[i]‘How could a damned familiar act like this? Aren’t I the Master? … No. It would be presumptuous of me to assume I could control something as powerful as a Heroic Spirit. I expected such from a Servant, but this … is humiliating! I’ll show her! I’ll activate a Command Seal! That’ll teach this familiar to know their pla-’ 
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And just as soon as she began, the untamed beast that was his Servant stopped their momentum, seeming proud of the actions they had taken. Perhaps Zed would have gone flying had his Servant been any more rough with him, so there had to be some sort of worth to this Servant, no? Enzio could not think properly in regards to this revelation though, rather annoyed at the actions of his “mere familiar”. 

....At the very least he did not have to activate a Command Seal? 

[i]“A man's worst enemies are those
Of his own house and family;
And he who makes his law a curse,
By his own law shall surely die.”[/i]

Zed was a man of composure, however. Calming himself by reciting a poem from his book, he was able to recede his anger for that moment. At this point, he simply wished to lash out at his Servant and berate them for their actions, but he simply said in a rather calm speech, as if a teacher questioning their young student as to the reason for eating glue in class. 

“Archer, why did you bring me, a mage, outside of the workshop? I had summoned you to win a war, not to run away from our base of operations. Without even so much of a conversation, no less. ” 

Moments after his reprimanding, Zed began to laugh. A hard, bellowing laugh, as if he had realized a joke after the initial punchline. Grabbing at his stomach and with a cane in his hand, he tried to calm himself with his hand in a waving motion to the front of him. 

I smile formed upon his face. Before Zed was a battle between Servants. Just on the outskirts of this battle were himself and his Servant; at the edge of detection from the enemy Masters. A real, genuine battle!

“Oh, I see. I see! Everything is clear to me now. You wished to partake in battle so soon, no? A Servant is a being summoned to obtain the Holy Grail for their Master and themselves, so I suppose that makes sense! In my wrath, I saw not your true intentions! ‘A fool sees not the same tree a wise man sees’, after all!  I shall rescind my previous statements, Archer. But what shall we do about these quarreling children? I suppose I shall leave that decision to yourself, given you are the one who found them.”

The smile widened on Zed’s face. 

“[i]'He who desires but acts not breeds pestilence.'[/i] Perhaps … we shall pay them a visit?”