That explains a lot. [He turns to his master as the dirt is kicked up enough to give the impression of a massive shape coming up to his side.]

You summoned me. That makes you one of seven Magus to participate in this era's Holy Grail war. We can't fix that. Like it or not, you're going to have to fight eventually.

The other masters will come for us. [A lion's rumbling snarl echoes in the yard as he steps closer. Yellow eyes flare a long way up as he lowers his voice.] Right now I can't fight at my full strength. If you use one of the command seals on your hand to push me that far.

I'll burn out. You'll be defenceless.