[@Crimson Lion]
"Thanks" Risiru said with a slight bow before Takuya finished his series of attack with a half circled wall of ice.  "But unfortunately he's not very good with wide range attacks, at least not at the moment."  She laughed, scratching the back of her head.  One of the strange hollow creatures took that as a sign her guard was done and she'd be an easy target.  It raced towards her like a bullet, jumping over the corpses of its fallen kin, and lunged directly at the blue haired woman.  It never reached her though.  Instead it found itself in a giant's hand, and then slammed into steel, which bent under the force like clay.  Then things went blissfully silent.
"But there's hardly a better opponent when it comes to one on one."  She grinned, turning her head to look at the large grey giant, whose arm was shoulder deep into the wall.      

[@Red Mage]
Understanding comes to the hollow far too late.  It's confidence in it's attack caused it to pause, to savor the moment, but there wasn't any blood.  None.  What should've been a geyser of red didn't exist anywhere.  Panicking it looked around for a second, which was a second far too long when a fight for life was concerned.  One moment things were as calm as a choatic battle could be and the next yellow light, blinding yellow light.  It was the kind of light whose brightness caused a momentarily shortage of understanding, and then it turned into an actual physical restraint that kept the thing glued to the ground.  Rage boiled out of its lips as it made a cawing sound, trying to force its way out of the light and at the target.  

"Hmm?"  Nemuri said, tilting her head to the side as she looked at something on the wall.  "Hold on, just a second here."  Her hands disappeared into her pockets and reappeared, each holding a strange looking tool.

[@BladeSS4]
Several rapid shots fired from the red haired shinigami's zanpakuto and several white faces disappeared in order.  "Strange."  The shigiami blinked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and moving towards the hollows.  "Don't you think?"  He walked passed the scythe wielding, possibly fanatic, and knelt by one of the corpses around him.  "How come these things are piling up instead of being purified and disappearing?"  He said, watching Bakuto for an answering  

[@Yorutenchi]
The hollow let out a screech as it's target approached her.  It's body tensed with the certainty it would manage the kill this time, and then it knew nothing.  It felt nothing.  Time and being ceased the cascade which it had known since birth.  The world went black, but not just any kind of black.  It was the darkness that swallowed up thoughts and light like a fat man at an all you can eat buffet.  Before it even came to understand it was dead, it's various pieces fell to the ground with, hard, surprising loud wet thuds.

"Ah!"  Nemuri shouted in excitement.  "I think I figured out the problem here.  One second, and watch your eyes.  Don't want everyone to go blind for a second."  There was a loud click, and the lights just above them, the ones over the entrance flickered to life.  Then the ones next to them like a row of dominoes that were on fire, lighting up the gigantic, dark room as they went.

[@Champion]
A few of the hollows managed to understand that what the man in the air was doing was actually something to consider a threat, but not many, and by the time they realized what was going to happen, it was far too late.  By that point all they could manage to do was start to dodge, but that was it, start.  Most couldn't make it more than an inch away from where they started before the attack hit, and they burst into flames, screaming.

While the last of the hollow things were screaming, the lights made its way to the end of the room, revealing a large, mess of machinery that appeared to belong in an HR Giger work.  The main point of the machine was a circular metallic bulbous piece, suspended a few yards off the ground, with steel wires surrounding it.  Lights flickered from the various buttons and screens on the mammoth machine's front.   Beneath it were several glass tubes, filled with smoke.  

As they watched, one of the glass doors slit open, and three brown, eggish objects fell out, onto a pile of empty husks.  While they continued watching, several familiar purple, bony hands reached out of the pile and began pulling themselves up out of the mound.

"Damn thing is on the fritz" again, Nemuri sighed.