The enemy Archer fired again. Judging from the ripples in the air and slight whisper of wind, it was five arrows released in quick succession. It would be simple enough to avoid it by leaping backwards—but the last two times he tried that, his actions had been seen through and he had been pierced by more arrows.

Could the Archer of Red read his mind? Did he or his Noble Phantasm possess some form of prediction skill? Either way, Rider could not even move a single step, much less pursue the Berserker of Black.

- Vol 1 Chapter 4