She would go on running until she smashed into a wall. Nothing else mattered. If even her immature self could accomplish something, then her life would have meaning. No, she did not need meaning. She did not need to think; only to break through. She digested her silent resolve beneath her black raiment, and took a huge leap into the air. As she fell, she forcibly shut down all the barriers. Her opponents would notice her presence, but she did not care. She would eliminate all enemies. Having made up her mind on that, she became a cannonball hurtling towards the police station.
Several seconds later, all the barriers spread in the skies above it shattered at once... And the curtain went up on the fanatic’s war. She had resolved to fight through to the bitter end alone.
If she had made a miscalculation... it was that she was not, in fact, alone. She had one fiendish reinforcement. But then, she would never have wished for the aid of such a creature.

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