“I have no intention of denying my sisters’ and my people’s beliefs, whatever they may be.”
She built up power in the cloth wound around her right arm—the war god’s belt—she continued in a clear, ringing voice: “But you could never know why my people were born . . .!”
Her right arm glowed and the divine aura that filled her body swelled explosively.
She concentrated the greater part of that radiance into the spear in her right hand and channeled the remainder into her mount.
The queen and her prized steed had gone beyond unity of horse and rider and become one with her weapon as well. They formed a single arrowhead, driving a ferocious blow into Alkeides.
“Or what I truly wished for at the end of those lush, spirit-haunted plains!”
For an instant, the “black mist” hid them completely . . . then the loudest crash yet rang out and scattered it once again.
“. . . Well struck, queen.”
Once the black mist cleared, it revealed Alkeides atop his horse, with the spear thrust into his left arm.
“It seems you have found an excellent Master.”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 6, Chapter 16 ("The Canon of the Demigods II")