The chief, his secretary, his officers, and even Jester, who had thrown the couch in the first place, could not take their eyes off the superhuman feat. The next instant... Hansa vanished without a trace.
“...huh?”
Jester let out a confused grunt. The priest he was sure had been a few meters away until a moment before was right in front of him swinging a fist before he knew it.
Then Hansa’s right fist plowed into Jester’s face, just a little faster than Jester could react. Jester went flying through the walls of the lobby and into an inner room.
“...I meant to knock his head off, but it’s as hard as you’d expect.”
Hansa waggled his limp hand. The chief narrowed his eyes.
“What’s your game?”
Hansa had a ready answer.
“What they call ‘passing the baton.’ I’ll get rid of him.”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 2, Chapter 3 ("Day 1, Early Dawn")