Let the Quincy deal with it

There's no reason for you to get involved and the Quincy seems quite ready to handle it himself. You watch as he rushes forward, the luminescence of his bow shining light over the shadows while it fires a single arrow to slay the approaching hollow. Even should you have wanted to, you wouldn't have been able to strike. Gigais can be difficult to get out of when they aren't used on a regular basis.

Something about the hum of power from the Qunicy's bow, however, has, indeed, attracted your attention. You are attracted to power, grace, control. You don't seek to control the world, you don't care to be the absolute strongest, but you don't like the weak-hearted, those who hesitate, the lack of resolve that many have. You shouldn't be afraid to die when you go into battle and you should be willing to do what is necessary once you've established that. The Quincy radiates that resolve... he's putting everything into that single shot to remove the eyesore threatening to ruin this little vacation.

As the dread disappears, the hollow's dark, dampening reiatsu gone, you step forward, gigai seeming to run on automatic.

Proud, majestic creatures called the Quincy. You'd never seen one up close before and the last time you'd come across this particular one, you were always fighting or so severely wounded you had no time to make any contact with him.