"Stay out of the way!" Rukia tells him with greater urgency. The issue being, of course, that people like this tall man, people who have taken upon themselves the task of keeping the general populace safe, people who carry weapons around as though it's the most natural thing in the world, they don't tend to be the kind who enjoy cut and running. Her lips momentarily thin with the thought that Rukia has, that Rukia's impulse has been that before, more than once; sometimes, it makes her wonder what she's honestly still doing shouldering the burden. Not because she's unwilling to.

But because she hopes her strength continues to hold out.

"It's a Hollow. An angry spirit which must be purified," she continues to yell, easily raising her sword in spite of the injury and cleaving off a piece of the Hollow's skull-like mask, but she's off-center enough that the Hollow doesn't completely dissipate. Not yet. "You don't want to destroy it. That might upset the balance."

A second launch of her sword, and she manages to hit the Hollow squarely in its nonexistent nose, and with a chilling scream, the Hollow immediately bursts into dust that settles around the vicinity like ash.

Which only leaves Rukia with a bloody sword and a burned shoulder to contend with, panting heavily with the effort.