“The Einzberns? Oh, you mean the people who made this vessel? They’re not as good as us, but, well, I suppose they did their best.”
“...’Vessel’?”
“Yes. Without it, I would have had to possess some other human by force... but then our souls would have mixed and caused slight shifts in my memories and personality. I don’t have to worry about that with this body. It’s almost like it was born to be a divine vessel.”
A divine vessel. The instant those words left the woman’s mouth, Bazdilot felt a chill in the air behind him.
“...A divine vessel?” Alkeides asked the woman, drawing his bow.
“That’s right.”
“You claim to be a god, then?”
“A goddess, actually, but... Hey!”
The Einzbern homunculus’ eyes widened as she spoke. A thunderous roar passed by Bazdilot. A gale sprung up in the room. A death-clad arrow flew at the self-proclaimed goddess, drawing in the magical energy in the workshop.
The woman appeared flustered, but quickly released magical energy from her hand to envelop the arrow, which then began to make loops around her as if guided by invisible rails in the air.
Then, without losing velocity, the arrow Alkeides had fired flew back at Bazdilot.
“...”
Bazdilot tilted his head slightly to the right and dodged the arrow by a hair’s breadth. The shockwave assaulted his skin, eardrums and eyeballs, but the mystically-reinforced surface of his body repelled it with brute force. Behind him, Alkeides grabbed the arrow with one hand. A moment later, a tremor ran through the air of the workshop.
Having viewed the sequence of events, Bazdilot narrowed his eyes.
No special magecraft. She parried Alkeides’ shot with pure magical energy control.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 4, Chapter 12 ("Day 2, Morning")