One by one, the Hollow were falling to her ranged assault. The woman was safe, for the moment. Sylvia watched as the Shinigami chased after the wounded Hollow, and decided it would be for the best that she not do the same. They were supposed to be trained soldiers, right? She should be...
Her mind drifted to the boy she had fought in a mock battle, Takehiko. No, they weren't all trained soldiers. Would the woman make the same mistakes as he had?
The Quincy cursed underneath her breath again, and loosed two more arrows rapidly into the heads of another couple of Hollow as they followed after the stranger. Whatever force had compelled them to act as a single unit was broken, seemingly, and they were again listening to only their instinct and hunger. The three that remained uninjured ran after the Shinigami, and she was forced to do the same.
That is what she'd thought, at least, until the sound of something in the brush to her right drew her attention away. Sylvia's eyes grew wide before the menacing grin that stared directly at her, with its oddly shaped tongue tasting the air. There they stood for several seconds, while she wondered if she had been found or not, up until its black eyes focused directly onto her own golden orbs. She twisted her body quickly, and its jaws came down on the ends of her bow as she drew back another arrow.
The creature was slain and purified quickly enough, but as she gathered and composed herself, the Quincy had lost precious seconds to the woman and the pack that chased after her.
Further away in the trees, the three beasts that remained ran frantically through the forest. Smaller trees were felled by the might of their bodies and the severity of their hunger, and their meal was so close. A loud bang and a flash of light stalled them for just a moment, before they were again on the hunt.
The injured Hollow, known colloquially as Stoneback, had no such power that the prey was using to catch it. It could hear the sounds of her steps, flashing between the branches and making child's play of keeping up. Its shoulder felt as though it were on fire, and a deep throbbing sapped its strength. Though it lacked the capacity for words, it knew that its time would be short. The Quincy's arrow hadn't pierced all the way through, but its energy still poisoned the creature's soul.
An impossible rage filled its mind, and just as the prey was about to catch it, Stoneback throw out its arm to catch the trunk of a tree, and its momentum carried it around swiftly, where it could slam into the smaller woman with its full body and weight. If it was going to die, then so was she!