Prisma caught sight of Jenso, and looked momentarily surprised as his smile vanished. It returned a moment later, and his eyes narrowed. He tried to clench his right hand shut, but Jenso's whip wouldn't let it slam closed. His arm buckled slightly, and moved over his left shoulder. As the Arcano Ultima was about to launch though, there was a sudden pulse of magic that went from his right hand to his left hand. Then, as it had before, his left hand flashed, and a brilliant, blinding beam of energy fired into the earth, spreading wide, and exterminating a gigantic portion of the ground. The beam channelled itself, aimed to destroy anything in front of Prisma at his feet. He smiled and looked back towards Jenso. Prisma's fingers melted through his flame whip, went dark for a moment, and then reformed into a perfectly undamaged hand, which he turned towards Jenso. From his palm, thousands of tiny arcane orbs were launched in his direction, covering a large expanse of air. More magma began to fall from above, covering Prisma's shoulders and melting into his skull. He looked up, and jerked his body aside, cracking the cement at his feet even further. A moment of panic crossed his mind as he looked down, and then back up at the melting rocks. More and more magma was falling. Where it struck, Prisma could not reform, as the rock clogged his injuries.