A loud gunshot sounded, and Assassin was sent flying.
“...Are you unharmed, sir?”
When the chief turned to look, he found his secretary aiming a large revolver. It was clearly not police issue. Based on what it had done to the Heroic Spirit, it must have been another Noble Phantasm.
The weapon ought to have been too modern to qualify, but the potent magical energy see ping out of it seemed to declare that it had existed since the age of the gods. Not even a Heroic Spirit could take a bullet fired from such a gun and emerge unscathed. Or so the police thought.
Witnessing the black-robed assassin return nimbly to her feet, they readied themselves for more.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 2, Chapter 3 ("Day 1, Early Dawn")