Syrlya's grip on Zangetsu tightens as they fumble backwards a bit. His whole arm feels full of pins and needles, and he has a hard time forcing his fingers-- but he manages to tilt the blade from Zangetsu to slide it awkwardly into his belt so he doesn't risk losing it again.

"Are you all right?" He tries to see around Zangetsu's shoulder. "Where is Peridot?"