A Hollow was currently running through a forest. From it's arm, blood was dripping. There was a large, bloody hole in it's chest and gut. It was wounded and on the run. "They finally found a Shinigami capable of handling me in a fight!" The Hollow thought, it's glowing yellow eyes narrowing. It landed on a tree branch, and jumped off. The Hollow had come to the Soul Society to feed, as it's preference at mealtime was the delicious taste of Shinigami. Unfortunately, there had been one lying in wait, a strong Shinigami. The Hollow had engaged in battle and it payed the priced. It's left arm was all but useless.