“A foolish choice, Hansa Cervantes! Does defeating me not mean abandoning your neutrality as overseer!? Do you imagine you can get away with this injustice!?”
“Well now, I never heard anything about you being a Master!”
They had reached a stalemate, each unleashing a succession of blows meant to pierce the other’s heart, only to be intercepted by his opponent’s. Their continued conversation in the midst of such a life and death struggle could have been an attempt to lure one of them into leaving an opening, or it could have been due to sheer excitement.
“I only just declared it before Assassin!”
“Oh really? It looked to me like the Servant wanted to deny your whole existence!”
“That only makes her... more beautiful!”
“Ha! That’s not an answer!”
Whether it was bravado, or some sort of perversion, the priest and the Dead Apostle both laughed as they fought. They leapt off columns and walls, using them as new footholds in their deathmatch. Cracks formed in the floor and columns with every leap, searing the fact that this battle was being fought on a superhuman plane into the watching eyes of the police. And the sight would only be restricted to them for a few more seconds.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 2, Chapter 4 ("Day 1, Early Dawn")