[Perona smirks as her attack makes contact, tipping her head with a hushed "heh" of triumph. Of course...there's not a single soul other that that man that can resist the power of her hollows! A good act indeed, but in the end, she'll always be the real--]

Wh--eeeeh?! How are you still on your feet?! [WHAT THE HELL?! How in the world...wh-what?! She should be bent over, feeling sorry for herself! She should be wallowing in misery and self-loathing! How on earth is...!] But that's...my...

[That's my attack! That's my ability, my hollows! Perona's eye widen in shock and horror as the hollow smacks her right in the chest, and she buckles with a grunt, going rigid as a board...before nothing. She, too, absorbed the hollow into her body, though, as the elder, her reaction to two of the same attacks and abilities is a bit more restrained.

With a furious look, and a huff, she slide off Cerberus' back (who has just been hanging his head and watching the two ladies square of, whimpering in confusion and horror), then gives a snap of her fingers and points off to the side, for him to go there and stay. This could get ugly, and she's not going to risk his safety. Once he's far enough away, Perona stalks up to her tinier self and looms over her.]

Just who are you?! How are you using my attacks?! How is it that you're copying my Hollow Powers?! Tell me right now!