Nexus was struck, one blow after the other, and lost his footing, even if only for a moment. The blows left small dents along his chest plate, all of which were already beginning to repair themselves. By now, his gauntlet had found new form as well. Nexus flipped through the air and landed on his feet a few meters away. As he landed, he smashed the base of his wrists together in front of him, facing both his palms forwards. This was unlike any attack that Bruce's allies had used, but the sheer amount of energy that began to gather in Nexus' grasp made it clear that it packed enough power to leave more than a dent.

	[color=6ecff6][center][h2]"Arcano-"[/h2][/center][/color]

	It was prisma's technique, it seemed. The energy in his hands continued to gather, however. It was holding it in place, while bracing his body with as much rigidity as he could muster. In a moment, it seemed like the charging attack took on a new property, unfamiliar in nature, but he refrained from firing it just yet.