Prisma looked up, and his four clones backed away from him, but he didn't budge from his spot. He held one hand up, and a reflective mirror-like coating caught the incoming energy. Within moments, it shrank down to the size of a golf ball, and Prisma clenched his fist, dispersing it. [b]"Mmm, Yummy! Still, I didn't expect my parcel to be returned to sender!"[/b]

	[b]"Did you Stamp it, properly?"[/b]

	[b]"You don't have time for stamps!"[/b]

	Prisma's center clone immediately hopped off the ground and towards Felix with his bladed arm re-constituted, slashing at him from below with reckless abandon, while his clones all sat in a circle around a broken pile of wood, and began snickering to each other while exchanging whispers.