AN: 10:01 PM, Nov 7th, 2018. Well, in the . . . 19 hours since I publish this, I have gotten 5 Favs, 4 Follows, and one, one word review. Was the "Okay" meant to be a good thing or a bad thing? Ok, He's favourite-ed this, so I guess it's positive.

Anyway, anyone else have thoughts? I find it hard to know what I need to improve on if don't get advice.

Pov: Third person

In Hueco mundo, one law lay absolute, and that was survival of the fitest. You either became the strong, submitted to the strong, or fed the strong. In key with this, most menos would either obey stronger hollows, or wander aimlessly searching for a master.

One such group, headed by a single conscious menos, now wandered the menos forest of hueco mundo. This group possessed roughly eight members, sometimes growing with the arrival of new members, sometimes shrinking as they were attacked by other groups, or eaten by their leader.

They wandered aimlessly, blank eyes staring off into the distance. A journey with no destination in mind.

The leader of this troup of hollows was relatively young for a hollow, having wandered the wastes for less than two decades, not that it knew this timeframe. In that time, it had had little thought on why it acted the way it did. Only that it didn't like feeling weak and helpless, and that having others follow it, bending to its will, made it feel good. That having them follow it every order made it fell free itself.

So it wandered, others following, satisfied in its rule, no matter how small. It did not bother to think of things beyond itself, the future never on it's mind. Why would it? It had never met a creature greater than itself.

So it wandered in the bliss of ignorance, unaware of the true dangers of it's world.

It was soon to get a rude awakening.

Pov: Unamed Gillian

It was content. It did not know why, but it was, and that was enough.

Their was an eternally shifting hunger within it, but this was negligible, they had already learned that no amount of eating would satisfy their urges, so their was no real point. If they ever got to unbearable, they could just eat another member of their troup. Not like they would run away even if they were getting eaten.

They gazed ahead, never sparing a thought to were they were going, but never stopping, feeling an endless urge that they had no idea how to satisfy, so they continued, never stopping.

However, today, their was a feeling in the air. An . . . energy, like their was a storm approaching(not that the hollow could make such an analogy). The gillian, having not felt fear since it first entered heuco mundo, paid this feeling not mind. Thus, when it felt a spiritual pressure on the horizon, it thought nothing of it.

On occasion, they would encounter another menos, who would then join them, submiting to the superior power of the troupe leader, and the troupe would grow, for a time, only for it to shrink again when they lost control of its hunger. Why would this new gillian prove to be any different?

However, as the minutes passed, the troupe leader's curiosity grew. When it first detected the approaching menos, it had assumed that it was nearby from how small the reiatsu was, but now, they were growing stronger, as if it was far away, and far stronger than it had originally thought.

Even now, the approaching force's reiatsu signature was only continuing to swell at an alarming rate. Feeling panic for the first time in it's memory, the lead gillian, turned as fast as it was able, only to be knocked to the ground as something slammed into it.

POV: Hooded Gillian

The hooded menos charged a heard of it's lesser brethren, as it had done dozens of times by now. In its usual strategy, it grabbed the nearest gillian, even as it slammed through the centre of the pack, flinigin them forward to knock any not in it's path down.

Once it had came to a stop, it immediately turned and grabbed the only menos still standing, ripped it's mouth open, and sucked out it's energy, leaving it a withered husk on the ground. It's gaze then shifted to the other gillians laid out on the ground around it, some of whom climbing back to their feet.

This was it's favourite hunting strategy. Send them all flying then drain them one by one as they got back to their feet. Practically bursting with glee, it set into it's usual routine, grab, drain, drop. Grab drain, drop. Grab drai-"Voom!" a cero clammed into it's side, stopping it in its tracks. It turned to face the source of this attack, eyes narrowed.

Another Gillian, with an abnormal mask, lacking any eyes whatsoever. No matter. The hooded gillian faced off with the other hollow for a second, before charging it with reckless abandon. The other menos braced itself for the collision, only for the masked menos to dash right passed it, spin on one foot while charging a cero in one hand, and fire said cero point blank into it's face, cracking it's mask and leaving it on the ground withering in pain.

Deciding to leave the abnormal for last, the hooded gillian returned to the remaining troupe members, who had climbed to their feet. Advancing at a fast walk(still faster than most gillians could hope to move) the hodden hollow was upon them within five seconds.

The nearer of the two raised its right hand and swiped at it's face, however the hooded hollow caught its hand, and with a squeeze, crumbled it, before reaching forward, grabbing the back of it's head, and slamming their head's together, resulting in multiple fractures running through the weaker menos mask. The hooded hollow proceeded to drain it before it could recover, before using it's body as a shield to block a cero from the remaining hollow.

Turning to said hollow, the hooded menos, dropped it's victim striding purposefully towards it, as it backed away instinctual. It raised it's arm to bash the menos over the head, the weaker hollow raising it's arm to try and block. The blow came, utterly crushing the defending arm, and carrying through to the mask, all but shattering it.

Before it could fall to the ground the hooded menos grabbed it by the shoulder and drained it. Now only the leader remained.

Said leaded was now on it's knees, shivering in either pain or fear. The hooded menos, grabbed it by the back of the head, and dragged it towards it's face . . .

POV: Unnamed Alligator Adjuchas

For several years this adjuchas had wandered Hueco Mundo, hunting, eating, and growing stronger. However, in all that time, it had never seen a menos move as quickly as this one. Most gillian could barely handle a slow walk, and even with their vast size ended up being slow compared to their more evolved brethren.

This one? It ran. It ran fast. Arguably faster than most of it's fellow adjuchas, a fact that cemented into the biped crocodilian's mind that this hollow was powerful. And by its reiatsu, it was on the brink of evolution. And that made it an even bigger threat. The adjuchas had watched this hollow from afar for several days by this point in time, not that it could tell in the sun-less realm, and had seen it demolish three such herds in that time.

Each time only served to reinforce that sense of urgency in the back of it's mind. Fight, or flight? Something told the adjuchas that this hollow could kill it. And that scared it. How was is supposed to fight this thing if it evolved, when it was already this powerful? No, it decided. It had to deal with this thing now, before it became any stronger. If it evolved their was no way the reptile would be able to outrun it, let alone fight it.

So, as the hooded Gillian drained the pack leader dry of energy, the adjuchas charged it from behind, finally letting loose it's reiatsu now that it had decided to stop hiding itself. The hooded gillian seemed to sense it's approach, dropping the now mostly drained gillian, and turning to the adjuchas in time to receive a tackle to the belly that staggered it, the adjuchas bouncing off and charging a cero in it's mouth.

The adjuchas fired the cero at the still off balance hollow, however it's blast was blocked by the hooded gillians arm, leaving horrific burns that must have neared the bone(assuming menos have bones . . . ).

Seemingly realizing it's inability to stabilize itself before being attacked again, it bent it's knees and, in what is possibly the most extreme display of agility ever displayed by a Gillian class menos, back-flipped into a role, ending with the menos crouching on one knee with enough distance between it and the adjuchas the breath.

Literally, as it then inhaled with such force that the vacuum began to pull the ground right out from under it's opponent feet, and drag said foe towards it.

The adjuchas cursed, realizing that, for all it's fear, it had still underestimated the hooded gillian. Crouching itself low, it surged forward, using the vacuum to gain greater speed, launching forwards, jumping at the gillian's head with the intention of taking a bite out of its mask and ending it's evolution. However, the hooded gillian was prepared, and with a vicious swing, batted the adjuchas out of the air, sending it bouncing across the sand.

As it tried to climb back to it's feet, the sound of pounding filled it ears and it looked up in time to take the hooded gillian's foot to the chest, winding it and sending it flying into the air. As it spun in the air, the adjuchas found itself slammed into again, the charging menos overtaking it right away and batting it. This time it slammed into one of the pillars supporting the cavern roof.

As it tried to pry itself out of it's crater, the hooded menos continued its forward charge, relying on it's momentum to give it victory. The adjuchas looked up at the rapidly aproachig figure and sighed, giving up on its attempt to escape. Less than a second latter the gillian slammed into, and through, the pillar sending the adjuchas flying painfully(again).

As the adjuchas finally came to a stop, it rolled onto it's back, looking at the hooded gillian, who had slowed to a slow walk after blasting through the pillar. It's relatively slow approach only served to terrify the adjuchas more. It tried to crawl away, scooting backward through the sand, eyes never leaving it's opponent.

The hooded gillian strode forward, it's undamaged left arm raised above it's head, it's left arm dangling at its side, looking like it was about to fall of. The adjuchas watched in horror as the raised right hand gained a deep violet glow, and slowly descended towards it, giving the impression of a guillotine. The hand slammed into the adjuchas, the middle finger piercing right through it's stomach.

The adjuchas threw it's head back and screamed in pain, even as it was dragged from the ground by the larger hollow. Realizing that it had only seconds before it was drained of it's reiryoku, it began to struggle in a pitiful display of desperation. However, it struggles were in vain, and it soon found itself face to face with the hooded hollow. With a horrible gasping sound, the adjuchas power began to leak from it's body through it's mouth, eye's, and all the injuries it had sustained.

As it grew weaker, it's will to keep fighting did as well. Soon enough it's body began to fell weak and . . . bloated? Was it growing larger? Why? Was . . . was it's evolution reverting?! No! It couldn't go back to being a gillian! It couldn't! It . . . could . . . n't . . .

Pov: Unamed Hooded Hollow

Starring at the small, strong hollow that had attacked it, the menos felt satisfaction. This was the most filling prey it had ever had! As it drained it's latest victim, however, it began to feel . . . odd. Like it's skin was starting to get baggy. However it's attention was taken off of that, as the hollow clutched in it's hand began to expand. '?'

The hollow grew larger and heavier, bloating until, instead of a lizard, it was a mere gillian locked in its grip, folded in on itself like a rag doll. Allowing the now drained hollow to fall from its grasp, it tilted it's head curiously. What had happened? However, before it could ponder further, it's attention was drawn back to it's own body, now feeling much to . . . loose, like clothes that didn't fit. Clothes? Where had that come from? What did that mean? What . . .

POV: 3rd person

A surge of energy erupted from the Gillian surrounding the hollow in a pillar of light, obscuring it from view. After several minutes had passed, the light receded, revealing a new figure, an adjuchas, now stood in it's place.

The hollow, tall and thin, stood a full twelve feet tall, even though it was heavily slouched forward. It's mask was shocking basic, lacking any decoration save a honey-comb like grate where the mouth should be.

Over its body was a long, pail, hooded lilac robe, which appeared to be made out of hundreds of sown together bandages, the the pieces around its white armoured legs especially ragged. It's arms were long, thin, and skeletal. It's tin fingers were practically bladed. Emerging from under it's robe was a long, thin tail, easily three times as long as the hollow was tall, with a bulb on the end shaped like a wasp's stinger.

The hollow stood, perfectly still, for a time, before it slowly began to look around. It glanced down at its hands, examining them thoroughly. Finally, it spoke. "What?" it looked at its body, then looked around, spinning rapidly, it's motions all but panicked.

Finally it fell to it's knees, clutched it's head, and began to hyperventilate, if it can be called that without exhalation. Suddenly, it looked up. It saw the roof of the cavern. It shot to it's feet, and in a blur to fast for most to see, shot to the nearest pillar.

It starred straight up the pillar, for a second, before it dug the claws of one hand into it, then the other, and began to drag itself up. Slowly, it's movements grew fast, it's hand pounding out a fast pace, and it's speed growing. Eventually it was surging towards the distant roof at speed surpassing it's top charging speed from when it was a menos, its arms nothing but a blur, the wind screaming around it.

With a final surge of motion, it reached the cavern roof . . . and blasted right through it, like a high diver striking water.

On the surface of Hueco Mundo, the vast white desert, the ground swelled for a moment, then erupted as a figure shot into the sky.

The hooded adjuchas seemed to float for a moment, before gravity re-asserted itself, and it fell back down to the sands, landing crouched on it's feet.

It rose to it's full height, glanced around, then looked straight up, taking in the full moon. Finally, after a long pause, it fell to it's knees, clutched it's head, and . . .

"AHHAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

. . . Unleashed a bloodcurdling scream.

AN: 2:58 AM, NOV 15th, 2018. Ok, I am noting a pattern to my writing style. I write at about a hundred words a day, then, I finish the remaining 50-90% all in one day, usually taking me way passed my usual log of time. Luckily I look a nap this afternoon so I'm not that tired . . . still need to be in bed soon.

Ok, so I now have . . . 8 favs, 9 follows, and 2 reviews. Ok. Nice. Nothing worth responding to (no offence) just and Okay and and well wishing. So, see you . . . hopefully before the end of the month . . .