The Gillian howled in frustration. Just as he had managed to overcome the female's strange powers, the smaller of the two had somehow managed to nullify his full power blast! Not only that, but the runt also produced several bala that smashed into the Gillian's body, wounding it badly. How was he supposed to feed if the pair wouldn't roll over and die? The beast wasn't sure how much longer he could stay the dominant personality without an additional influx of energy, not even mentioning the amount he had already expended....
The wounded Gillian would tilt it's head curiously as the woman began to produce strange noises from an orifice on it's face. Was this some sort of attack that it wasn't aware of? No part of it's body seemed to be in pain, but maybe this was an ability that was more subtle in it's execution.
Then, in an eyeblink, the female crossed the sands and placed a decollate hand on his mask.
The Gillian howled, the sound a primal noise of pure agony. It desperately tried to shrink away from the pain, but the other being was inexorable, reinforcing the mental pain with another mental command that shook the being's subconscious like a physical force. Cigarra fought back desperately, but he simply did not have the mental strength any longer with the pure agony emanating from his face. The Gillian crashed to it's knees before it's Master. It bowed it's head in submission, seemingly broken.
Eventually the pain stopped, but the Hollow continued to make keening noises, whimpering like a wounded animal.
Then, in an instant, it reared up and blasted the woman once more.
The Hollow was still too weakened to produce a Vibración Cero, and the lingering effects of the woman's words made it difficult to even consider harming such a being. Therefore, this cero was wild and unrestrained, a red mass of pure spiritual energy that would smack into his foe at point-blank range.
Surely she couldn't survive. Nothing before her had.