The situation being critical, Tine attempted to at least discover their opponent’s identity. One fact, however, deeply confused her. The cloth wrapped around the archer’s arm had seemed to be a Noble Phantasm, and yet the exact same cloth was wrapped around the arm of the girl in front of her. It was not just the pattern; even the potent divine aura that seemed to shake the air around it was identical.
It couldn’t be... the same Noble Phantasm...?
As Tine wondered, and Gilgamesh stewed in his rage... the rubble of the collapsed rise burst with a thunderous roar like an erupting volcano.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 2, Chapter 6 ("Day 1, Noon")