Prisma's primary being pulled his hand back and tilted his head to the side. [b]"I'm not to be bothered by such impudent flames!"[/b] Prisma shouted, enlarging his bladed arm by at least 30 feet. He slashed at Felix with enhanced strength, but suddenly diverted his strike, and cut the main support pillar for the building in twain. In moments, the roof began to crack and crumble, but Prisma did not let up in his assault, shrinking his arm back to its normal size, and clapping his hands together.

	[center][h2]Boom![/h2][/center]

	The resulting shock wave fired out in all directions, with deafening effect. Prisma's four clones seemed relatively un-phased by the falling debris, but they did look up with a quartet of smiles, barely visible in the outlines of their tightly fitting masks.

	[b]"We're busy discussing where to bury your body!"[/b]

	[b]"Quite the sensitive topic!"[/b]