Sound started filtering back in to the temporary blankness, as did sensation. Someone was screwing with his weapon; in his mental confusion, he didn't quite understand why someone would be dumb enough to try to take a zanpakuto. But it didn't really matter. Either way, he didn't like it.

His eyes flew open; one hand shot out to grab Lucivar's wrist; with the other, he took a swing at the obvious target; Daemon.