“You are not worthy of existing in the same place as the true king — myself. Be gone.”
With the air of a man sweeping a pebble from the roadside with his foot, the King of Heroes launched a swarm of Noble Phantasms from his Gate of Babylon.
“...!”
Instinct must have warned the horsewoman that taking a direct hit from them would be unwise. Skillfully handling her steed, she weaved her way through the rain of Noble Phantasms. Then the cloth-covered bowman loosed a pointed shaft, his aim fixed on the horse.
“!”
The horse dodged the arrow by a hair’s breadth, but lost its balance. The second wave from the Gate of Babylon was bearing down on horse and rider.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 3, Chapter 7 ("Day 1, Afternoon")