Prisma's giant feet crashed and slid across the sandy terrain, but that merely served to slow him in his retreat. Suddenly, his balance was impeccable. Rocks were smashed like paper, and the sand was kicked up in clouds of hazardous dust. Prisma aimed in Bruce's general direction, assured that he would score a direct hit with ease. The metalix's advanced targeting calculated for every fault, now that his concentration was far from playful. A light flashed, but moments before Arcano Ultima was fired, Jenso took hold of one of Prisma's hands. He ignored the whip, and fired anyways, albeit at a slight deviation, giving Bruce a small window of opportunity to avoid the massive-scaled attack. A few of Prisma's fingers went dark and fell off as Jenso's super-heated whip burned through them, and he stopped in the middle of the sandy terrain created by Bruce. His hand morphed forwards, into an array of silver tendrils, wrapping around Jenso's whip whilst turning into a diamond-like material, and pulling on the whip with a massive yank. Prisma's other hand extended like a snake, into the ground below him, and began to resonate with the earth itself, combating Bruce's control over the element.

	[b]"I've had just about enough of [i]you![/i]"[/b]