The magician was unexpectedly fast on his feet, dodging Naoto with little effort. Prospero started his counterattack, moving his cane and aiming it at his pink haired opponent's torso. Naoto was no slouch though. He quickly turned his body just enough to let the cane brush by hits ribs. Using the least amount of movement he intended to catch the masked boy with a point blank strike. With his arms drawn back and ready to be unleashed Naoto's plan was quickly brought to a halt by a sudden pain. His gaze shifted and widened with surprise as the cane had somehow struck his arm. Not only that but it was sending a stream of electricity into it. "Kuh! Agh!" Naoto reeled back and away from Prospero.

Gripping his arm tightly Naoto dropped to a knee. [i]What just happened? How did he get my arm when he aimed for my chest? There's no way I misread his attack...I even felt it graze me! He couldn't have adjusted his aim. Not in that sort space for it to get me the way he did! Ngh! But to mention the taser...this guy's tricky.[/i] The flow of electricity had just about ebbed but now Naoto could barely feel his arm. Somehow Prospero had disguised his attack leaving Naoto racking his brain to try and figure out what he missed. [i]This guy made an audience vanish into thin air. Whatever he did just now is the least of his abilities. If only the others were here we could just overpower him with numbers. Though...at the same time I'm glad they aren't. The mafia...this world is much more dangerous than I imagined. Crazy too...[/i] He thought as he recalled what Vector did to adult Daisuke and his own venture through town half naked with a flame on his head. Now, there's someone who can make people disappear and hit where he wasn't even assuming for like magic. [i]I didn't want to drag them into this to start and now they're this magic boy's hostages somewhere![/i]

Naoto glared at Prospero and stood to his feet preparing to move again but hesitated. Not only could this guy pull off the impossible but Naoto was facing him bare handed. "How do I beat him...?" Naoto whispered to himself with frustration. [b]"Damn you, boss! I want an autograph too, boss~"[/b] Naoto's unsure expression switched over into one of annoyance. [i]Daisuke, you idiot! Would you shut up, I'm trying to think![/i] Daisuke? He just heard Daisuke's voice, loud and obnoxious as ever. But he sounded like he was only a few feet away. Just then Naoto started to hear a few more voices. Cyril yelling at Daisuke, some broken Italian, and English he couldn't understand but could tell it was Abby's voice. It all sounded like it was still near the stage with him and Prospero. And to his relief they didn't sound distressed. At least not about themselves. [i]Could it be? Argh, I'm so stupid! He's a magician and what's the secret to all magicians tricks?[/i] Naoto looked at Prospero his uncertainty melting away. "Misdirection."

Grabbing his scarf from around his neck Naoto darted at the magician with greater speed than his first attack. "You wanna see speed huh? Don't underestimate Trespiano's number one soccer star!" Naoto moved towards Prospero looking as if he was going to tackle him. Naoto was trying to draw Prospero into defending the head on attack by striking him with the cane taser again. [i]Somehow, he's making me see what he wants more to see including his attacks. But if I concentrate I might be able to see through his tricks![/i] With his arm wrapped in his scarf he'd stop the current from the current from the taser and push through to get in close with a headbutt.