Some of them returned to being mortified, unable to get the shocking display of power out of their minds; the fear of being next. It clouded some of their thoughts... Impaired some of their judgment, naturally. Definitely. Even with the suggestion given out by some about forming 'The Shield,' they were still very much uncertain about their own power. But now was not the time... Yet, knowing that now wasn't the time made them think about it all the more, actually. In fact, to the point where they couldn't think of how they even used their powers. "Uh... Uhh!!" some of them stuttered again, watching the great hand rise up again, cocking back and getting ready to blast them away.

"Ohhhhh SHIT!!!" they cried again, now definitely coming into a panic. They weren't going to be able to do anything before the next lot of them was wiped out. "Hey, wait!" someone said, who was nearest to Tsubake, "... Where is he going!?!?" Now their attention was on he who was trying to escape, trying not to get fucked up like the rest of them. If there was one thing each of their collective selfish minds could focus on, it was a single person that looked like they were about to get out of trouble and try to get him and put him back into trouble. However, why would they do that now, when they all wanted to get out of trouble, this time? Funny what life or death situations will make people do.

"GET THE MONKEY!!!" someone cried, rushing after him with a crowd of people who were following.

On the other side of town, where word had gotten down about what Tsubake had said, they would all have rushed out to the other ends of town and began a mass evacuation. They weren't fully certain of what was going on nor what they had to do, but they knew that they had to get the hell out of the center of the town, where they were like a giant bull's eye. One part of town was simply completely gone, and running through the crater was definitely not a good idea, either; made them even greater open targets.

Those who were still flooded in the center would be at the greatest disadvantage, though, since they would have no sort of method of escaping whilst waiting for everyone else on the outer layer to evacuate. All they could do was sit there and hope they made it out alive.

Once that fist cocked back, however, and they saw the golem glaring down dead center at them, they knew their time had come. Even if everyone else escaped, these people were just not going to be so lucky. No matter what they did or didn't do, it all didn't matter now, because they were about to get blown to high heaven, where nothing of what they accomplished or didn't accomplish mattered at all. If they weren't fortunate enough to have made enough of themselves at the time where it actually mattered, what did the past or the future matter any longer? It was almost like their entire lives had been wasted, and just now, as they saw how helpless and weak they were where there were so many others that were actually capable, they questioned if their lives up until that point had any meaning at all. Some of them fell to tears, knowing that this was simply the end...

Yet, as they were about to be destroyed, a huge iron shield manifested over the center of the city, being formed from each of the respective energies of the people who had the power to create the Armor and Shields all focusing on protecting the large group of people at once. It didn't matter if they didn't have a plan organized on how to do so, since it was clear that the best solution, alone, was that any of them at least attempt to block the fist by manifesting the energy overhead. Since all of them basically had the same thought collectively, without knowing any of the others were thinking the same thing, each of their energies would collect and connect up high above the entire remainder of the city that had not escaped and created a shield that was much larger and stronger than any of the others they'd made individually. Each Shield user stood on every side of the crowd, some even within the crowd itself, and after seeing how their energy connected, they saw where each and every one of the trails of energy led to, spotting out all of the other Shield creators.

"Hurry! Flee from under the shield in different directions, and we'll just send out smaller groups of us to follow behind you all at the rear!" This was the general thought and words that each of them said, in their own way, naturally, to get whichever group that needed to hear it in a certain way out in the method that was most suitable for their understanding.

Thankfully, the impact was lessened by the binding chain of the Life Energy of their fallen comrades wrapping around and holding the fist back before it could strike them with its full force. The Shield was capable of protecting everyone, but was definitely destroyed, being broken in the energetic link the moment that it connected with the fist. A full powered, direct hit would probably not have had them survive, but at least they tried something and discovered something new... And as a bonus, they survived... And had a new method of survival, as well as an extra advantage in knowing what more their powers could do. They would all spread out to their natural exits, the Shield Wielders running behind each group; jut enough to be able to protect them. There should have probably been more inside of the group, and they would pass on the info of what could be done through whispers and gossip; the best method of communication that they seemed to have learned throughout their time in the city. Hell, it passed information along, didn't it?

They gossiped their ASSES off, if it meant saving them as they escaped.

Tsubake continued on his full on mad dash toward the arm, and as expected, he wasn't targeted in the slightest. "Heh heh heeeeh~! Made out like a bandit~!" That is, until he noticed a slew of angry people chasing after him. "Oh shi--" He picked up the pace, nearing the Root. "Well, at least they're following me... I guess now we can get this done!" He would, once he got to the root, hop on top of it with an "Alleyoop~!" and stare at each of them whilst signaling for them to climb up the root holding down the giant arm.

"Come on! If we combine our powers, we can keep it held down!!"

"Hehehehehehahahaha!!" he chuckled childishly, as if more than happy to be crushing pests like the little rodents they were with the fist of the might of the very planet itself. He could just toy with them all day long and they would still be dead without much effort.

However, just as he was about to make impact with his great fist of magnitude, he would find his arm suddenly shackled to the ground by the very lives that he'd stripped of their vessels, their power being used by the Tsuchigami the moment their Life Energy exited their forms to bind him. "You dare...!?" It didn't matter though, because he was certainly still quite able to smash the little pipsqueaks, and they would pop like pimples all over the pavement.

"Tut, Tut," he said with a contemptuous, cynical chuckle, "Looks Like Rain." With the same hand just bound would he wriggle his fingers, calling down from above large clods of the underground city's cavernous ceiling border crumbling and falling bit by bit, geode at a time like hail falling to the ground. "Supposed To Be a Meteor Shower Tonight..." They were eroded from the structure of whatever they were holding up above, which would come crashing down through the ceiling as it gradually had its structure diminished by his fingers. "If I really wanted to... I could pull down the entire ceiling. But I'll play with you for a little bit... And watch you crumble along with your ceiling..." He almost didn't mind that he was going to be destroyed soon.

"I Told You..." The Tsuchigami grumbled as the creature still insisted upon threatening to pull down the entire upper layer, "... He's Trying To Kill You. Will You Please Act Like He's Definitely Trying To Kill You?" Primalpha could clearly see that he was just playing with them and wasn't even exhibiting any sign of his true power. If he really wanted to destroy them, he just could have in the first place. Perhaps, in his corrupted state of mind, he believed that by killing them with as little effort as possible, he would be conserving energy... And he would see it as being conservative instead of psychotic. Primalpha would bind his hand with a clench of his fist, causing the energy flowing through to be constricted, like a nerve being cut off from its ending and losing its flow. With that, he wouldn't be able to use any energy with his hands, which would prevent him from doing things like that any longer.

"I can only do so much for you whilst I am holding him down AND charging up an attack to obliterate him. You all MUST be able to use the power I have given to you for something more USEFUL." He could see that some of them were beginning to work together, and they were also, in their state of panic, finding ways to combine their powers. That was a start.

Meanwhile, the third layer of the Crystal Shard Satellite System would sprout as a series of mirror-like crystalline wings from his back resembling the petals of a lotus. The Pumpkin that was behind his head was now growing larger as well, taking in more sunlight from the reflections and magnification of the sphere's light. He wanted to treat them like ants, yet he was the one about to be searing under the magnifying glass until he was naught but ash. It didn't seem like he cared, though... "*sigh* ... Why me...?"

"Ohhh..." some of them groaned in horror, looking up as their sheltered world was literally crashing down around them, "... Oh he was SERIOUS!!!" Some of them honestly didn't even know why they were still alive. Now, there were giant rocks tumbling down and crushing their poor buildings and smashing into their streets. Some people were lost being smashed to death by the clods of their ceiling that were already far larger and heavier than they were before having to fall from such an extensive height. Their only hope were those shield wielders.

"Hurry!! Put up the Shield!!" someone cried, before those who had shield powers would pull together from the energy of the earth large metallic shields that blocked many of the large earth clods from squishing them. Others, still being feeble with their abilities, weren't so lucky, and were taken out with a large chunk of the crowd.

Someone on one end, however, found out that since they used the energy of the earth, they could just take the earth clods that were falling and start to manipulate them like they were being done by the Michiogre. "Hey!! We can just use the earth that is falling on us and break it into energy we can use!" Some of them figured this out as well and would begin reconstructing the falling earth to create large hemispheres of metal over themselves, creating a small umbrella or tunnel where the collection of Shield bearers were in motion. The pitter patter of the giant clods of earth boomed like thunder as they crashed against the shields.

Some of the parties struggled whilst others were making their way just fine; some did better simply because they figured out better ways to utilize what they were given, others did not and ended up in slightly worse situations. However, they were all mobile, continuously in motion toward the roots.

Though they were following closely behind him, they hadn't reached the roots yet. They weren't as swift and as skilled yet. "But, wait, weren't some of them like, not normal people?" He wondered about that, quite honestly. Maybe some of them already had powers and knew what to do with them, simply from being exposed from the others who just knew and gathered together in a group? He wouldn't be surprised. But he figured they probably would have spoken up about it already by now. "Ah well. This one looks like it's pretty much in the bag..." He looked up and saw that the rocks were falling all the way... Over there, AWAY from him on his root. "Dodododo~! Just gonna sit here and be safe, waiting for this awesome Earth God to blow this thing up with a giant Flower Cannon, dododoo~!" And he kicked his feet up and watched them get smooshed. "Oh, look! They're actually doing it! Alright, bitchin! Yeah! Go newbies! Woo!!" He would have fun cheering them on from the sidelines.

The Michiogre, in the midst of his makeshift 'Meteor Shower,' would have the ropes around his arms tightened to the point where energy could no longer flow through his hands. He scowled at Primalpha, whom he could see was almost done with his technique. "Huh. You think that is the only way I can torment these fools...?" Even if his hands were bound, just the trembling of his own body was enough to make this city quake. To demonstrate, he would laugh, his entire body becoming tense, as if all being flexed at the same time. The energy coursing through his body would intensify and shoot outward throughout the ground, releasing powerful seismic waves of Geoforce throughout all of the Depthsroot civilization. These were powerful enough to completely decimate their buildings, bringing them all to the ground with just his chortles. Each of them should feel the seismic waves rupturing the ground, causing them to stumble and most likely be crushed by the falling debris, of not liquefied by the intense tectonic vibrations.