A bead of cold sweat rolled down Ayaka’s cheek. As if at its signal, another massive volley of weapons launched from the earth, their points trained on Saber, who was brandishing his branch. The blades were so densely packed that it did not seem possible he could evade them all, even at the speed he had just been moving. To Ayaka, the situation looked desperate.
The next instant, however, the scream that had been about to escape her throat was intercepted by an even greater shock:
What should have been an ordinary branch had begun to give off a dazzling light.
× ×
The police station.
“Oh yeah, according to the documents you guys put together, King Arthur’s Excalibur blows everything away with a big slice of light... In modern terms, I’d guess that’s a ‘beam cannon.’”
“Yes. That’s precisely why I assumed that the Heroic Spirit was King Arthur, and that sword was Excalibur, but...”
The chief brooded on Dumas’ comment.
It was said that Excalibur was no human Noble Phantasm forged by smiths and mages in the age of mystery, but a Divine Construct created by the will of the planet itself. If that was true, could that really be the extent of its power?
At that point, Dumas’ amused voice sounded over the phone.
“Man! You might be surprisingly close, bro.”
“What do you mean?”
“You see, old Coeur de Lion took his Arthur-mania too far. Didn’t even matter if he was on the battlefield or going about his daily business... Apparently he named every sword he ever owned ‘Excalibur.’ By the end it wasn’t just swords; everything he could hold in his hand and fight with was ‘Excalibur.’
“Even the knife he used for cutting up his food, or a rolled-up parchment... or a stick he found lying on the ground.”
× ×
In the forest.
“Ex... calibur!”
That must have been the third time Ayaka had seen that light. The brilliant slash that had collapsed the opera house ceiling and cut through the falling rubble in front of the police officers.
This time the streak of light was smaller than it had been then, but the compressed heat wiped out the myriad of weapons hurtling toward Saber in an instant.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 3, Chapter 8 ("Day 1, Afternoon")