All of the nearly thirty police officers piled on attacks with their Noble Phantasms. Jester just ignored them all and continued to condescendingly editorialize.
Fear began to bud in the officers’ eyes. A moment before they had been taking on a Heroic Spirit assassin. They were certain they had been able to put up a proper fight. So what was going on? A monster called a “Dead Apostle” that shouldn’t even have had anything to do with the Grail War was completely dominating the battlefield. What was a Heroic Spirit, and who were they, trying to defeat one, if a monster this strong already existed, and didn’t even have to be summoned from the Throne?
Jester, still smirking, reveled in their looks of fear and despair.
“Don’t misunderstand; I am by no means stronger than a Heroic Spirit. Actually, that lovely Assassin even killed me once.”
The police force furrowed their brows in confusion, even as they fell to their knees from the mysterious exhaustion. Only five of them, including the chief and his secretary, still retained their full fighting spirit, but their attacks showed no signs of affecting Jester either.

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