“The power of a god is not for housing in one’s own body,” the bowman answered solemnly, parrying her shots, each of which was imbued with the power to destroy armies, with the bow in his hand.
“...What?”
When she heard that, the horsewoman finally noticed the thing flowing deep into her opponent’s body. A power like scorched poison, utterly unlike that of a god, filled the bowman. He was using that power to control the energy that radiated from the “war belt” by force, as if it was his familiar. Readying his bow, imbued with the mingled powers of a god and something else, the archer uttered words like a curse, imbued with mingled rage and scorn, from behind his cloth.
“It should be forced to submit, trampled underfoot... and ruled by the might of man.”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 3, Chapter 7 ("Day 1, Afternoon")