Prisma's smiled widened as he followed Jenso with his eyes, but in a few moments, it became impossible to keep up with him. Prisma ceased his efforts and began to rub the dried rocks off of his titanic shoulders, sending shards of dried magma to the ground, and reshaping his collar once more. His foot then slid across, the ground. He pulled it up immediately, noticing that his foot was completely gone, melted away, leaving a super-heated stump in its place. He slammed it back into the ground, allowing his leg to sink slowly, rather than falling over, and shifted his other foot forwards, out of the danger zone. Both of his legs were now embedded into the ground, one melting further down with each passing second.

	With a quick twist of his waist, Prisma retained his balance and pointed his fingers above him. But before he could do anything, his body buckled forward as Jenso struck his back, forcing him to stop his fall with one arm, pressing it against the remains of the temple, and keeping himself from falling into the super-massive pit he'd created earlier. His body loomed over the darkness, bent forwards. Jenso's rocks flew overhead, hitting nothing, but Prisma's knees fell forwards, out of the magma below him, leaving the bottom halves of his legs to melt away. His constantly shifting body upset Bruce's attempt to slice immensely, but he ha no windows to counter attack, instead using both of his hands to cling to the opposite side of the massive pit, pushing himself back upright, and consciously allowing his body to melt into the earth, down to his waist. He was now a giant bust, with a full range of motion, waiting for the moment when he could regrow his legs. Bruce and Jenso was behind him as he re-oriented himself, charging energy in both of his hands again. This time he did not announced any kind of attack, but the massive surge of arcane energy made it quite obvious what he was planning.

	Another round of Arcano Ultima.