Clever, Gyre. Five sees it and blinks at it, but there's one important thing that Gyre has entirely forgotten about in this moment:

This isn't Twelve's first rodeo.

She sees it, too, and smiles wider at the magic he'd brought into existence. Four of her eyes snap to attention down at his little shield square and they go wide with intensity.

And his shield stops.

And her other eight eyes stay on him. If anything, she seems like she's brimming with enthusiasm.

"I'm waiting, boar knight." She says, eager to see what he tries next.

"Really? You're going to play with him?" Five mutters, sounding incredulous. Apparently this wasn't how she thought this would go down.