His body is tingling with energy, his mind crystal clear despite the incredible rush he feels. It's like his every sense has been sharpened to an extreme, and it's a feeling he enjoys. And now that he's able to feel it without being in the middle of a fight for his life, it's made all the better.

But of course, such a thing cannot last without trouble brewing. It's the story of his life. Good things don't last.

He senses it all at once, the air becoming electric and heavy with an alien presence. Many of them. None in sight, but he can tell they're close. Just beyond the veil, so to say. Preparing to tear through. Countless Hollows. And Bankai or not, power surge or not, he does not want a friend nearby when an army of Hollows come bursting in looking for a yummy Death God that is simply oozing reiatsu.

"Steph. Run. Run away very fast." His eyes aren't on her as he speaks, but instead flicker about, wondering where the first will emerge. The urgency in his voice is evident.