The horse dodged the arrow by a hair’s breadth, but lost its balance. The second wave from the Gate of Babylon was bearing down on horse and rider. Instantly, even more powerful magical energy welled up from the horsewoman. She rolled together the magical energy within herself, thick with divinity, and the pure magical energy welling from the cloth — which could be called divinity itself — and channeled it into the spear in her hand. The horsewoman hurled her spear at the King of Heroes, endeavoring to repel the countless Noble Phantasms bearing down on her with brute force.
The spear, cloaked in divine aura, drove through the second shower of Noble Phantasms, hurtling toward Gilgamesh’s heart. The King of Heroes, however, did not move a step. He deployed a number of shield Noble Phantasms from his Gate of Babylon. The spear closing in on him drove through several of them before coming to a halt.
“It’s been bugging me for a little while now — what’s with that ridiculous number of Noble Phantasms?”
The horsewoman sounded exasperated. Gilgamesh ignored her, and pronounced with an air of indifference:
“Coming against me with the power of a god, of all things... Your insolence knows no bounds, woman.”

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