The bowman, meanwhile, twisted his lips in a brutal grin beneath his monster hide.
“A good omen. I may not believe in the forgotten tyrants, but perhaps the stars do move our fates.”
As he spoke, ominous magical energy coiled around the arrow nocked to his bow. The aura it gave off was such that an amateur mage, or even an ordinary human, would have noticed it.
“It is only the outset of the war, and already I have the opportunity to fell a pair of demigods.”
The quality of the arrow was not all that had changed. He had dropped his earlier daunting pose for a more natural posture. The bow and arrow hung loosely at his side. At first glance, it almost looked like he had abandoned his combat stance entirely.
In spite of his posture, however, the eerie pressure he radiated only continued to increase. The average fighter would be assailed by a terror that was almost despair the instant they set eyes on him. His opponents, however, were a queen clad in divine power, and the original hero king wrapped in golden radiance.
Faced with two rulers who showed not the slightest fear, the bowman forced muddy, black energy to ooze from every inch of his frame, and...
“Alright, that’s enough of that.”

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