Bruce looked down at the metallic battleground that Prisma had created, glancing up at the glowing core that still skated along its surface. He shifted his feet in the earth beneath him, bringing up dust and dirt particles that vanished underneath his robe, and gathering around his torso, layering around his chest and shoulders like armor. 
Bruce focused back on his ki, enhancing the strength of his blade several times over, using the surplus that remained leaking to manifest his oversized mace in his other hand. He let out a breath- the energy, while fresh, was new to him, and he could begin feeling the consequences for his body. Nonetheless, he made a charge for the glowing core while Prisma had his sights on Jenso, both his weapons ready and trailing behind him.