Cayde's eyes followed the group, having initially prepared for a bit of backlash for the revelation. He glanced first between Vortex Man and Clark, receding ever so slightly at the shock from the other Kryptonian. Yet in the fleeting moment, Cayde's eyes found Spina in the momentary show of his emotion. The android furrowed his brows slightly, but upon the older Saiyan's switch in behavior once he started speaking, Cayde narrowed his eyes slightly.
He sat quietly throughout Spina's scathing dismissal of him, yet without fear of the older Saiyan's ruthless stance on the issue. Once it was finished, Cayde tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes and flexed his mechanical eyebrows upwards: an almost nonchalant, but accepting indication of Spina's assessment of him and the Rogues.
Cayde still remained quiet, glancing briefly to the others before turning his attention to Clark, curiously watching his friend scratch the back of his neck.
Vegetto's eyes widened at the sudden sensation, contorting and tightly clutching onto himself as his entire body was covered in the sudden blitz of red lightning. The electricity surging forth prompted the pedestrians and onlookers to take a step back, Vegetto dropping down to the floor with heavy agony in his eyes at the sensation. He twitched violently, groaning in pain while his mind worked to process anything against the attack; the type of damage somewhat known to him, but still very unfamiliar as he writhed in pain.
Yet as he struggled, the group he had pressured looked on in fear. Fear of an oppressor moments ago, but shifting gradually at the sight of their attacker weakened and vulnerable. There was no room for thoughts; a primal urge to survive against an attacking force had kicked in already, and now, the masses that had no strength to stand against the Potara fusion held the upper hand.
Within moments, each pedestrian moved forward, cautiously yet furiously throwing a blow down at the writhing Vegetto. A careful kick, a cautious shove, but once they saw their hits were landing without defense, the mob began to rush in. Blow after blow was hurled in rage and desperation, each pedestrian doing their best to strike out at Vegetto. The Potara fusion writhed, curling into a ball a bit while he was relentlessly struck again and again, the soul draining technique preventing him from defending in the usual manner.
As the unending damage to his body continued, Vegetto retreated inward further; unable to think or process any thoughts. Yet at his core, the danger was real: if this continued, he would die. A purity in that element rose within his subconscious, the world seemingly against him. And in that actualization, Vegetto's soul darkened further, the toxicity on display earlier from Turles building and mounting within him.
Unaware of the development, the crowd continued to batter the wounded and vulnerable Vegetto. Yet as the soul destroying technique lashed out at Vegetto's inner life force directly for his continued rebellion, it was met with an opposing, toxic force of Vegetto's own making. The cage binding Vegetto's soul within began to crack ever so slightly; a resistance against its encompassing power forming as Vegetto's pupils slowly darkened into a deep red.
