“. . . Well struck, queen.”
Once the black mist cleared, it revealed Alkeides atop his horse, with the spear thrust into his left arm.
“It seems you have found an excellent Master.”
“. . .”
“I can see that in this short time you have either grown far more accustomed to battle or received precise tuning. They must be impressive to enable you to draw out so much divine power in this world so far removed from the Age of Gods.”
His wound, however, was far from lethal. Despite the fact that the spearhead was still embedded between his bones, the dark red “mud” was already squirming out to fill the wound.
“. . . Alkeides . . . what are you carrying inside you?” Hippolyte asked, her face growing grim and her right hand still gripping her spear. “What is that ‘mud’?”
Because her spearhead was still stuck into Alkeides, they were naturally forced to continue riding in parallel. As Hippolyte, seeing the “mud” oozing from her opponent’s wound, hesitated to pull back her spear for a moment, the bow swung by Alkeides’ right hand bit into her side.
With a grunt, she hurriedly blocked it with divine energy from the belt, but the force of the blow pulled her spear free and put distance between the two horses again.
Alkeides checked that the mud had staunched his wound once the spear was removed, then casually declared:
“. . . Who can say? But given that it adapts to my current form . . . it’s probably part of a ‘human.’”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 6, Chapter 16 ("The Canon of the Demigods II")