“...I suppose it’s time. I’ll leave you with just a greeting for today.”
Jester turned, and leapt toward the hotel that stood next door. But...
“You’re not going anywhere.”
With a loud mechanical noise, Hansa’s right hand shot out at Jester. He was still gripping the Black Keys — which he’d rematerialized — so his outthrust arm was like a razor-sharp fork. It stretched out like a frog’s tongue to seize the leaping Jester. At the last moment, however, the mechanical arm stopped just short of its target. Jester had instinctively twisted in mid-air and put himself on guard, but he wore a relieved grin. Until...

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