I wish you’d told me that first, Sigma mentally grumbled. All the while, however, he kept a cool head. He endeavored to observe Assassin’s movements, even as his brain processed multiple simultaneous trains of thought — what would Assassin do? Would he have a chance to avoid it? Could he use the nearby table and chairs for cover? Unfortunately, her whole body was swathed in a black robe, and he could not predict her actions based on the movements of her muscles or joints.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 4, Chapter 10 ("Day 2")