"Correction," Geode interjected, allowing Jenso's fireball to harmlessly strike his right hand. The core glowed momentarily and then returned to normal. "You defeated your blood relative." Geode lowered his hand and rubbed it against his chest. "You have not defeated me, and you never will. Still, as much as I would like to sit here and play, I have far more important things to attend to. I'll let the exterminators take care of you." Geode turned around and began walking away, raising his hand and snapping his fingers. 

	Several golems, similar to the two that fought Jenso earlier, began to charge at them from all four paths. There were at least 20 in total, 5 coming from each side, and  they were all aiming their hands at the two intruders, charging their individual weapons one after another. Geode paused before fully retreating, turning to face Jenso as he towered over his soldiers.

	"I'd love to sit here rambling on and on about this [b]Prisma[/b] you speak of, but as I've already stated, I'm needed elsewhere, [i]rodent boy.[/i]"