"You?!!"
Sunny exploded from the water, his frustration a blinding rage. He didn't think; he just acted, channeling raw power into a brilliant, crackling bolt of lightning aimed squarely at Elemental Prism.
BAM!
The bolt froze in the air, a pathetic meter from her smiling face. Then, to Sunny's utter shock, it didn't just dissipate—it shattered like crystalline light, vanishing without a trace.
"How funny," she chirped, the smile never faltering. "I am made up of eight elements, all of which bend to my will. Did you truly believe a simple lightning attack would work on me?"
She idly flicked her wrist, and dozens of razor-sharp water spikes shot from the churning sea toward him.
"You?!" Sunny yelled, his shock quickly morphing into grim determination. He erected a shimmering barrier of concentrated Spirit Energy, deflecting the spikes with a grinding scrape.
"Is that all you can do?" Elemental Prism asked, her voice laced with disappointment, not malice.
