In the meantime, Prism had thoughts of her own. She tried to concentrate on battle tactics, but she knew the truth. They are more useful than I. This battle is not for me. She rubbed her forehead. I have yet to become as advanced as our god of warriors or as the football. She smiled to herself at the thought of that word, hearing the word "lizard" echo through her mind as she did so. She chuckled softly to herself, and when Vector and 6400 glanced at her, she simply wavered a hand and got back on her train of thought.

The football. The hoshi grinned and leaned back a bit. Odd fellow. Strong, yes. Funny looking, definitely. But there's something more to him than that. Can't quite put my finger on it, but it's there. I can sense it. She rubbed her round, multicolored nose in thought. It's been too long since he and I destroyed the Dark One and restored the Divine Crystal. But even now I can't help but wonder why...why did he help me in the first place?

Prism shook her head. Prismaya, you're being far too nostalgic. It's time to concentrate on the task at hand. With that, she began to focus on battle strategy once more.