What's the point?

Crossing your arms across your chest you sigh in irritation. "I'm not gonna fight you." Turning your back on 'em you stare out across the barren landscape. "There's no point in it..."

'How noble of you...it pisses me off, Jackass.' You reach up and placed a hand over your right eye...it aches! It aches more any sword slash. No doubt it's that damn Hollow. You figured that maybe Atrum would keep it at bay, guess you were wrong.

"Are you alright?" You nod and take a deep breath. Even after you'd wrested control from him, he had a habit of randomly spouting off his mouth. Maybe he got it from Atrum. "You seem to be in pain."

"My Hollow...he can be troublesome. By the way...are those two morons posing behind me, your friends?"

"They are my Fracción. They mean you no harm."

"Yeah..." You take a deep breath and then relax slightly.

"You said earlier that...you have access to Hollow powers? What does that mean?" You raise on hand and at the tips of both your index finger and middle finger a small black Cero takes form. You briefly take aim at one of the large stone pillars in the distance and release the Cero. It disappeares into the distance before a deafening explosion follows.

The stone pillar is leveled to the ground before your powerful Cero, and it was roughly the size of a soft-ball...imagine what a larger one could do. "You should not have done that..." A spirital pressure, coarse and heavy falls upon the four of you.

Looking back at the source it's a tall, lanky man with black hair and a fucked up grin on his face. He weilds a huge cresent blade attatched to a pole...