The strange spiked hollows snarled as they flashed back around Death and swung their appendages around in an attempt to cage him. Death leaned back to dodge one of the spinning clubs, then cartwheeled through the only large gap between the barbs. He spun on his heel and bit back with his scythes, cutting into the limb of the one of them that's mask had a bewildered expression.

Another with a look of ecstatic glee on it's face punched towards death with untraceable speed. He landed a good blow, spikes skewering Death's form. He grunted as the barbs, likely coated with some deadly toxin, burned in his chest. But he quickly regained his vigor, accompanied by a new wild look in his eyes.

"Not bad. But certainly not good enough." The last part punctuated by the sound of flesh and bone bursting as Death's fist returned to favor, hitting with enough force to sever the imposing limb.

The third of the twins, who wore a stoic expression with sideways crescents for eyes took the next strike, raising it's limb, compressing gaseous poison within until the barbs on it's chest shot out in a deadly hail. Death managed to evade the directed attack, but was then clubbed by the sad-faced, whacked right head, and sending him to the ground.

The reaper was winded, but instinct allowed him to roll out of the way before any other attacks reached him. He bounded away, quickly recovering from the strikes. Something was indeed limiting his reaction time. Then he began to smell it, the air was stale and reeked of rotting flesh. It was the creatures, the wounds he inflicted were exuding something into the air. Even his extremely strengthened respiratory system was having trouble dealing with this much toxin in the air. But maybe it could turned to his advantage, he suddenly switched to his massive fire-hammer. Normally it only released embers, but now, it was burning like a raging torch.

"I'm curious, how flammable is this caustic mist?" The Reaper asked malevolently, throwing the glowing hammer like a javelin.

The massive projectile flew like a bullet, fire building as the concentration of the mist got thicker the closer it came to the source. In the split second those hollows saw the radiant flames shooting towards them, regardless of what their masks showed, they felt utter terror. The hammer stuck the emotionless-faced and the result looked like a large bomb had been dropped in the area. The cloud of gas turned to an inferno that masked the screams of all that it caught. The fire burned for almost half a minute before the last bits of fuel dissipated, revealing three wiggling pieces of charred meat.

Through the burned eye holes of their masks, they watched as something glided above them. It was hooded giant, carrying a massive scythe that's blade was melded with numerous skulls. It's body was skeletal, and it's face(if it had one) was hidden in the void of his shroud. And the one word that came to every mind, demon, soul reaper, and hollow, was;
"reaper..."

Death descended driving his scythe through the Stoic-Faced, cleanly splitting it's head at eye level.

"See no evil."

He rose his scythe again and swung it to release a spinning blade of purple energy, the screams of a billion dead souls filling the Bewildered-Faced's ears.

"Hear no evil."

Lastly he flew to the Excited-Faced, who stared up with dread as the great claw of the kinslayer wrenched the top of it's skull from the bottom of the jaw.

"Speak no Evil."
And the three puppets of the messenger faded into black particles, while their leader stared bugeyed.

"And now," Death laughed, embedding his scythe mere centimeters from the messenger's trembling body, "I can have some answers."

"Fool! It matters not what happens to me! Moloch will accelerate his plans now, he will unleash waves of plague and destruction upon the third-kingdom! You should have let this realm fall!"

"Moloch. Is. WHERE?"

"Ha! He will embark to Hueco Mundo in but a day's time! Your end is near reaper! Your end is-"

The messenger, quite literally, fell apart shrieking. Death flicked the blood from his claws and then returned to his normal form in a swirl of wrath.

"Accelerate his plan? Good, I hate to be kept waiting."

Short? Yes. Tired? Yes. I've been updating like crazy. I really want to finish this story. Reviews! Reviews reviews, they are motivating, they are fuel. Leave one should you have any comment.
These hollows seem to be a bit like Luppi now that I reread. Maybe they were his faccion, or magically inherited some of his power.