Prisma's figure stood upright as he felt something graze the back of his feet. His laughter paused, and he turned around, his left foot moving slightly forwards. He picked up up and slammed it into the muddy avalanche, barely affected, and turned to face both of them, shaking the earth with each of his mighty steps. 

	[h2]"One Strike, can you survive??"[/h2] Prisma roared, aiming the palm of one of his hands at the platform that Jenso and Bruce stood atop. [h2][b]"Arcano Ultima"[/b][/h2] Prisma barely moved, keeping his legs sturdy. The sheer weight of his body had him sinking ever so slightly into the mud, up to his ankles. A sheer insane amount of raw arcane energy began to build in his right hand, sucking in the very presence of the atmosphere, and mixing it with Prisma's own energy source, the latter of which felt practically infinite. The energy gathered at a frightening pace, but Prisma didn't seem too intent on firing it straight away.