Gilgamesh and Alcides exchange blows seriously

At almost the same instant Gilgamesh deployed his Gate of Babylon, Alkeides fired his bow.
Hundreds of Noble Phantasms were fired.
Not the weak Noble Phantasms that Gilgamesh had attacked with during their confrontation in the wasteland—each and every one of these would be sure to smash his opponent’s Spirit Origin.
If they had been fired with conceit, the myriad of Noble Phantasms would have fallen as a rain of vicious bloodlust with no thought for efficiency or any other consideration. Now that he was standing on the same land as his friend Enkidu, however, Gilgamesh had no conceit.
His onslaught consisted of accurate Noble Phantasms aimed precisely at the parts of Alkeides’ body that the Nemean Lion’s pelt did not cover. It was a lethal swarm that would have obliterated any ordinary Heroic Spirit.
And yet, the rapid barrage of arrows that Alkeides fired while leaping to one side were downing those Noble Phantasms by matching them shot for shot.
Each arrow shot down multiple Noble Phantasms, but even more shocking than their force were their unusual trajectories and the speed of the barrage.
Alkeides was nocking two or three arrows at once and drawing his bow too fast for the eye to follow.
And that was not all. His arrows changed trajectory in midair as if each shaft had a will of its own, precisely shooting down Gilgamesh’s oncoming Noble Phantasms.
Those he could not completely evade, he blocked with the pelt by twisting his body, nullifying them.
Seeing the pelt undamaged, the King of Heroes snorted and made his next move.
“I shall personally assess...”
A large distortion in space formed beside him.
“...how well that pelt of yours can recognize the works of man.”
From the air to his left, blazing white flames.
From the air to his right, shining silver liquid.
To be precise, the liquid itself was colorless, but the moisture in the air around it froze instantly, giving its appearance a silvery gleam.
As they were in the King of Heroes’ treasury, both fire and liquid must have been human creations.
They were joined by manmade thunderbolts, and the storm of fire, ice, and lightning assailed Alkeides.
“...”
Alkeides, for his part, drew his bow back especially far.
The longbow bent back. Just as it seemed about to snap in two, it was released... and “it” took form in the sky above the church.
It were nine arrows shrouded in ominous magical energy whose twisting trajectories looked like titanic serpents.
They covered the sky over Main Street like the Hydra of legend, devouring not only the onrushing Noble Phantasms, but flame, cold, and even lightning alike.
Had the bowman been his proper self, his shots would have been shrouded not in the sinister, mud-like magical energy, but in pure divinity.
It was originally a culmination of skill and divinity said to be “clad in dragons.”
That Noble Phantasm, when unleashed with a sword, was a breathless dance of nine strikes and with a spear a series of nine blows, was no secret art passed down from father to son. It was a myth that the great hero had created and perfected alone.
The shafts he fired having become a disciple of vengeance, however, raced between the skyscrapers with appearances that suggested vipers or evil dragons.
And, as if to declare that the gleaming gold King of Heroes would be their final prey, the nine outspread great serpent heads bore down on him.

-Fate/strange fake Volume 5