The horsewoman was facing him, the sun at her back, and drawing her bow coated in concentrated divinity.
“...I see.”
“Archerrr!”
Baring her powerful animosity, the woman put her whole being into the shout.
“...So it’s you, queen of treachery,” the archer muttered.
He readied his own bow, not even bothering to evade, and made concentrated divinity well up from the cloth around his own arm. Then he intercepted the five arrows the horsewoman had fired with as many arrows of his own. The arrowheads collided without so much as an inch of deviation. The magical energy they had been imbued with clashed, rebounded, and assailed the surroundings as a great wind.
While blocking the wind, and the pebbles it carried, with her own magecraft, Tine watched for the archer’s next movement.

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