“How frightening! I wouldn’t want to be hanged!” Saber laughed as he casually picked the demonic beast’s severed claw off the ground at his feet.
“Huh? What do you . . .?”
Ayaka had barely opened her mouth before saber gripped the tip of the claw and swung it like a baseball bat.
“Ex . . . calibur . . .!”
The demonic beast claw he had picked up glowed brighter for an instant and released a band of light.
The slash of light sliced through Main Steet toward the intersection where the demonic beast held its position.
It plunged into the demonic beast’s flank and made its massive form stagger, splattering black blood.
“Did that do it?!”
“. . . No, it doesn’t seem to have had much effect,” Vera coolly answered John.
It was not just a matter of size.
Its toughness, the sharpness of its claws, and the intensity of the aura of death that shrouded it were raised far above what they had been when they encountered it in front of the hospital.
Almost as if to prove with that power that this world was the demonic beast’s proper home ground.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 6, Interlude ("As Dream and Reality are Both Illusion II")