Bruce couldn't suppress the cringe and the ache in his head that came when Prisma, somehow, began to disrupt his resonance with the earth. He took the chance that Jenso had provided him nonetheless, using his chain and a new boulder as a focal point to swing himself in a semi-circular motion to bring him out of the immediate blast radius, releasing it to throw him further at the optimal moment.
'How is he able to resonate with the planet?' Bruce thought briefly, before realizing the opportunity the new situation presented.
Perhaps Prisma's apparent ability to resonate as he could meant he would have to struggle to control the earth, but there was one critical advantage.
Bruce released focus of his ki momentarily to heighten his concentration on his presence in the planet, locating the source of the disruption, namely, Prisma, through his senses. As Bruce could sense that which interacted with the planet, so earth could sense him, hence how he had negated Vale's blade without conscious thought earlier. If he could just tap back into that connection, logic dictated that he could also-
Bruce barely repressed a smile, 'finding' Prisma's body, and with just another moment, he'd be able to suss out where within the giant the core resided.
'Hello there.' Bruce thought to himself.

Jenso smiled as it seemed like Bruce was going to be able to avoid the attack. He flew towards Prisma's right side, launching several white flame balls at Prisma's eyes with his right hand. He clenched his palm shut, and the fire balls exploded into a large smoke screen in mid-air. He hoped it would disrupt Prisma's concentration for a moment, and confuse him.

He flew behind Prisma afterwards, and launched a torrent of phoenix flames at the ground before himself with his left hand. As he made a puddle of magma rock, he stomped his left foot on the dirt near it. A phoenix flame wave erupted from beneath, launching several magma rocks at the back of Prisma's neck.

Jenso's smoke attack did nothing to affect Prisma's concentration, only affecting his vision. He didn't care in the least though. Prisma's left hand morphed back to normal and began to swat the smoke away. That's when he felt it, Bruce's touch. His core flashed through Bruce's mind for a split second, hovering just above his stomach region, before darting upwards in a random direction. Prisma clenched his teeth and flooded the ground with his immeasurable arcane energy, forcing Bruce out of the area around him for several hundred feet, and changing the entirety of the ground into a metallic substance.



Suddenly, Prisma's body began to shrink, despite the magma-rocks tearing through his neck, down to about half its earlier size. The trees around him sunk into the earth, and the battlefield, after filling all craters and mishaps around Prisma, flattened itself out into a giant metal sheen. Prisma continued to shrink, tearing his hand out of the ground, and fusing his feet with it. He was now back to his original size, skating along the surface of the giant metal block that now dominated the battlefield. With Bruce's earth manipulation now crippled at close range, he was focused on taking Jenso out, directly. Prisma spun around, he feet moving with perfectly fluidity as if he were gliding on water. His core was now visible through his chest, through the silver that composed his body, glowing with a darkness that seemed to devour all light. Prisma looked down and clenched his teeth. Had he expended too much energy in such a short period of time? His magical power seemed infinite, but perhaps it acted similarly to ki, like a muscle, that if strained for too long, became unstable.

Prisma let his core fall into the metal below him, skirting along the surface, glowing without delay. All these games have revealed his weak point, at long last. It was time to end this.

Jenso glared at Prisma, feeling relieved but concerned at the same time. The core was now clearly visible, but Prisma took control of the battlefield. He flew up higher, further away from the metallic floor. He glanced over at the core that was skirting along the surface, and back at Prisma that seemed to be sliding over the ground. 'The core's right there, but I doubt he'll make it easy...' He thought, trying to stay out of reach of Prisma's body with his increased distance. He launched a torrent of phoenix flames at his body, and by extension melt a hole in the metal ground if he could.

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.

Prisma looked up at Jenso as the flames engulfed his being. Once they were expended, a small gap was left where he once stood. He rose again, behind Bruce, and threw two orbs of Arcane energy at him from behind, one after the other, in a spinning motion, whilst charging behind them with both his hands morphed into blades in an instant.

Below Jenso, a larger version of Prisma, perhaps 3 times larger, rose from the metal surface, and swiped at him in midair with diamond-tipped claws.

Jenso glared at Prisma as he emerged beneath him, flying up higher to stay out of reach of the giant's claws and avoid the attack. He formed phoenix flames in his left hand, and launched some flame balls below himself at Prisma's face. He clenched the palm of his left hand, causing them to explode in mid-air in order to create a large smoke screen in front of Prisma's eyes as he attempted to dodge, hoping it would hide himself from Prisma for a moment. If he was succesful, he'd fly away from his foe and fly diagonally downwards at the core. He clapped his wings once, and a flurry of super-heated, focused feathers were launched from them, aimed to strike down where the core was, and in the direction where it seemed to be heading in. The feathers were capable of cutting like knives, and moved faster than regular flames would.

Bruce leaned forward into his run, instinct rather than any sort of sense telling him that danger was approaching from behind. He dug the tip of his blade into the metal, skirting in a circular motion and skating on the smooth surface to take a sharp turn to the left, his body doing an about-face so he saw the blasts and Prisma's double behind him. He glanced again at the core, still moving across the metal ground. He drew up his blade in front of him at an angle, ready in case Prisma's clone came at him. And with his other hand, he brought down his mace onto the metal ground with a might blow, testing to see how the core responded to reverberations.

The core darted under Jenso and away from the flames, despite Prisma being blinded. A moment later, it flew up and into the larger Prisma's body, and granted it the ability to separate from the ground. The metal earth shook violently, but darkened as well, de-powering the clone behind Bruce into a lifeless metal husk. Prisma launched himself at Jenso, both bladed hands at the ready, and began glowing a brilliant colour. His body was about to grow again, but before it could, something happened, and he shrank back down to normal size, plummeting to the earth. His body began to dim as he toppled forwards, rolling constantly until he came to a stop, knelt over.

"M..My core!" Prisma said, in an almost human-sounding voice, much different from his usual reverberating tone. He stood up slowly and clutched his chest. This was the chance they'd been waiting for. Prisma's Core had been overclocked for far too long.

He was powerless.

Jenso glared at Prisma as he flew at him at top speeds. He stretched his wings out before him and spun around rapidly, surrounding his body with his wings. He looked like a fiery drill as he moved at Prisma. He remembered Nexus's words as he moved at him. 'Kill when nessecary...'

"PHOENIX DRILL!!!"

He called out, as he aimed to drill straight into Prisma's core. "I'm not doing this out of vengeance, I'm killing you for the good of the world. You're too much of a threat to the multiverse to continue living. IT'S OVER!!" He shouted, as he aimed to destroy his core.

Prisma spun around and looked up at Jenso blankly. Suddenly, he reached out with both hands coated in a thick layer of arcane energy.
"Arcano Ultima: Overclock!" He shouted, grabbing the tip of Jenso's drill-like attack with both hand and holding it just a few inches away from his chest, where the core sat. "Hahahaha, AHAHAHAHA, YOU FELL FOR IT, YOU FELL FOR IT! FELL! FOR! IT!!!" Prisma announced joyously. Truthfully, his energy supply was limitless. But by overclocking his core even further, Prisma risked killing himself in the process. The energy around his arms continued to build and build, inching Jenso's drill away slowly. Occasionally, Jenso would get closer, only to be pushed away again, in a repetitious struggle. "I'll blow you up! I'll blow this entire planet to smithereens! All life will perish! Hahaha! HAHAHA! SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR FILTHY PLANET!"

Bruce crouched down, as low as possible without supporting his body on his hands as well as his feet. He charged. He gave sprints that threatened to tear muscles in his calves to reach Prisma and Jenso, almost flying along the ground. His oversized mace vanished, all of his ki that he could focus put into his blade, shining and powerful in the night, even against the energy Prisma was building.
He jumped just above Prisma's body, sheathing his blade. The dirt and rock that he'd formed around his chest and shoulders streamed out from his robe sleeves, changing into a smaller version of the colossi he'd summoned earlier, except now it also had a spike that would shoot out once the jaws clamped around its target. He sent the creature after Prisma's left shoulder, aiming to get rid of it if only for a moment, while his body sailed over Prisma's right shoulder.
"Iai."
Bruce pulled out his blade in one fluid motion to cut into Prisma's other shoulder, intent on leaving him, if only momentarily, exposed for Jenso's final attack to follow through.
"Terran Severance."

Prisma's arms lowered slightly, releasing the energy that they had stored within in an uncontrolled expulsion of energy. But as they fell, he felt something graze the tip of his core. In a split second, his eyes widened, and his smile broke. In a brilliant flash of light, Jenso's drill struck home. Both him and Bruce disappeared from view as the entire valley was coated in unfocused arcane energy, bright enough to be seen from space.

As the light cleared, Bruce and Jenso were left in the aftermath of Prisma's overload. Near the center of the giant metallic basin, now blackened by the explosion that had just occurred, laid Prisma's body, barely clinging to his core, which suffered a series of cracks flowing out from a small hole where Jenso had struck. From his abdomen, half melted against the ground with no sign of legs, to his head, his body was darkened. Half of his face was torn apart, leaving only his mouth and one glowing eye behind. One of his arms remained, the other completely torn off without any chance of growing back.

"Ha..Ha$1-&^^%#HH-HaH34!$@<ERROR>$#!Ha.."

Jenso staggered back from the explosion, as his eyes slowly adjusted to the light in the area again and the light cleared. He flew over to Prisma immediately, stopping near his core. "Even though you're insane, I'll admit that you put up an amazing fight. Let that be your final comfort." Jenso stated coldly to Prisma, as he rose his foot immediately, stomping downwards in order to crush the core completely.

Jenso's foot was knocked back by an expulsion of energy, and he was flung away violently.

"Haha.. Haa$#, Stupid boy.." Prisma garbled, his voice slowly returning to a stable pitch. "Do not strike my core. I will perish soon, without your help... Feh, what a way to go extinct. So be it."

Jenso glared at Prisma. During the power struggle with his drill and his core, he felt fear rush through him. The creature nearly destroyed the planet, and it was all because he fell for Prisma's trap. Or was it because of his trap, that he managed to land the decisive blow? He turned towards Bruce and smiled at him. He would certainly have been done for if Bruce didn't act when he did. The two of them had finally managed to defeat Prisma.

"Extinct?" Jenso asked, confused for a moment. "You're the only one left of your kind? How come?" He asked, curious.

Prisma's mouth curled into a smile, ever so subtle. He didn't respond straight away, gazing towards the sky vacantly. "Because of him."

Jenso's eyes narrowed as Prisma spoke. "Did Yzeira kill your kind, then? Why?" He asked. He paused for a moment. "Why does he want to destroy all worlds? Why even create the Order of Chaos in the first place?"

Bruce stood off a short distance from the exchange, listening but not participating in the questioning. He noted Jenso's smile and nodded in reply, likewise glad they had survived their fight. He kept his attention keen on the interrogation, knowing the subject was critical to the guild and the mission Jenso had embarked on in the first place.