“You deny... human history?”
“Yes, that’s right. And therefore, we are capable of negating the protection of Noble Phantasms created by humans, or those prepared for humans by the gods. A Noble Phantasm created by a god for a god might be a different story, but you can’t get your hands on one of those so easily. It’s purely a question of compatibility. I’m a snake and you’re frogs. That’s all there is to it.”
Jester finally started walking. He meant to perform the coup de grâce, now that the atmosphere of the lobby had begun to fill with negativity.
“Of course, if a Heroic Spirit, an emissary of the Throne, were to use the same Noble Phantasms, it would be another story. A Heroic Spirit could probably have beaten me. But no matter what you mere humans do with them, your defeat is inevitable. It’s not the kind of thing you can overcome with tactics or fighting spirit.”
A Heroic Spirit could probably have beaten me.
To the police officers, those were words, not of hope, but of despair. Because they had abandoned the path of relying on a Heroic Spirit, and chosen human strength... they were being overwhelmed, not by any Heroic Spirit, but by a monster. The officers grit their teeth in the face of that almost comical reality.

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