Powdered Ring of Space [Hole/Misato]

Cyrell saw some change in the hollows' motion. There was something else. A... A shinigami!? It was a mere human, Cyrell detected, but they appeared also to possess shinigami powers. After an explosion of reiatsu, Cyrell could see her. She was a pale, dark haired shinigami, wielding a zanpakuto and she had taken out a not insignificant number of hollows already. Cyrell was curious how on Earth she'd come through the Hole without hollowfying; the other things she'd seen come through became hollows instantly. Either way, she saw her opening as the shinigami was drawing the hollows away from the precious resources before her.

She inched around, approaching the hole from the rear end to provide some form of cover when a large, lizard-like hollow crawled up to her. She struck it with a withering blow from her hands, slicing its mask in twain. She hoped not to draw too much fire from these hollows, as she approached the hole and there she saw it, the glassy purple solid substance, having crystallized amorphously around the edges. She approached closer but there were still too many hollows, and they began jumping at her, forcing her to repell them with a stream of Bala. So frustrating!

Cyrell felt a sudden wave of pressure and motion became a great deal more difficult. The shinigami was attempting to suppress the hollows with her reiatsu. It was not insubstantial and Cyrell felt not unduly hampered, however she wasn't rendered immobilized by any stretch of the imagination. The hollow that had jumped at her had been unable to avoid her bala, however due to the shinigami's reiatsu, which was good at least. The Hole was just about within reach now, and she drew her zanpakuto. This was an important part of the process. She didn't want to lose her soul's sword, as the edge of the Hole was sharper than anything else she knew of and could probably cleave her zanpakuto right in twain.

Fortunately Cyrell had a steady hand and the spiritual pressure made things easier, not harder. A hollow, seemingly stronger than the crowd, pounced at her, and Cyrell launched some hollow missiles at it, the five of them erupting from the hand not holding the tanto and converging upon the misshapen beast. It took the missiles to the face, exploding its mask but still it lumbered on. Cyrell turned towards it and leapt forwards, slicing it through the middle with a slice of her zanpakuto.

After its corpse fell, in two halves, Cyrell turned back to the Hole. Working quickly, she chipped away at the purple glass. It was brittle and with precise strikes she managed to chip off a few fist sized chunks.

Cyrell was working frantically now as the action around her got more and more desperate. She piled several crystals the size of her head into her satchel. One... Two... Three... Holy crow, that flame was hot! Sweat dribbled down her neck and across her forehead as she shielded herself with reiatsu to avoid the intense heat even though she noted the flames were circling around her. Did this shinigami... Not know she was an arrancar? Or did she know, and simply not care? With several swift more cuts, the hollows around her becoming cinders, she liberated ten fist-sized lumps of sharp glass, as well as numerous smaller penny-sized pebbles of it. A bumper haul- Cyrell wasn't sure she would ever get another chance to do this, and so she had taken a bigger risk than she would have liked. Now her bag was fit to bursting and...

The shinigami was going to die. Eventually, if she stayed here, she would be overwhelmed. The hollows she mowed through were completely normal but eventually, sensing the commotion the Menos Grande would appear and perhaps even the Adjuchas. Cyrell wasn't sure if she herself felt comfortable fighting an Adjuchas-class hollow. Hopefully also they would not have to deal with Vasto Lorde class... So tremendous was their power... No, it was best to get this shinigami out of there before it was too late.

"Bleed, Espantajo." Cyrell said, touching the blade of her zanpakuto. As she did there was an explosion of reiatsu as she entered her release form. A large beast, dripping with sickly reiatsu, her mask extending over her entire face, and shaggy, greasy hair hanging limply from her body. She was much larger, and a darkness would seem to spread in the vision of each hollow present as well as Misato. A wave of terror would also grip each and every one of them, stunning them into hesitancy.

Once she had released, Cyrell used her sonido to appear next to Misato. She would grab the shinigami using her giant claw, and throw her, as hard as she could back through the garganta, and into the human world. She would be both faster and stronger than the shinigami now; which didn't happen often for Cyrell, and didn't expect much resistance.

Once Misato was through the Hole, Cyrell would create a sonic explosion, blowing all of the hollows in the local area away. They would not be returning any time soon. She would then follow back through the Hole.

Passing quickly through the dangai and out into the human world, Cyrell emerged to face Misato in the countryside. Her frame was still huge and shaggy and clawed and the vacant eyes of her mask stared deeply at the shinigami. She wondered if she would be attacked or if she would otherwise simply be able to leave. She didn't fancy going back through the hole again. No, she would open her own garganta with Descorrer. She did so, and the flickering static of the garganta crackled next to her.

"Thhhhanksssss." she said. Her voice was a gurgling hiss, nails on chalkboard, a sickly slurping. It was the voice of childrens' nightmares and horror films. "You ssssshhhould sssssseek help. You might begin to hollowfy ssssooon." she said. All things that ventured through the holes became hollows. Shinigami, pluses, humans, anything. In fact she was somewhat surprised that Misato wasn't already hollowfying at that very moment. She was almost interested enough to stay and study the shinigami... But thought better of it. No, she had the materials she wanted and now she could make her way back to Hokkaido to store it in her workroom. The thought of having a home made her smile underneath her mask.

Cyrell stepped into the garganta, and left.