“When you said, ‘be gone,’ you meant from this world!”
He drew his own sword with a cheerful grin.
“Ha ha! What droll fellow!”
It was a dull-bladed ornamental sword that had adorned the walls of the mansion in the wetlands that Sigma had made his base of operations. But as far as Saber was concerned, having a grip was enough to make it a fine weapon.
The sword flashed for an instant and began swatting the weapons launched from behind the golden Heroic Spirit out of the air.
Even so, it was only able to strike down a few of them—a drop in the bucket compared to the dozens of Noble Phantasms raining down.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 5, Chapter 14 ("Gold & Lions 1")