The moment his shield stops, he lets go of it, letting it dissolve with a low irritated sigh. But she also hasn't advanced on him either. He's incredibly tense, but he glances at Five, watching her. Play with him? So she's not taking it seriously? He considers this for a beat.

And he reaches inside his tattered vest, drawing out his folded up metal bow and beginning to extend it. "Fen, can you come here?" he asks the air, glancing just slightly to the side where he expects them to appear before he returns his attention to Twelve.

"How'd you do that?" he asks, forcing his voice flat just so it doesn't tremor with how nervous he is. He's not in a shape to fight, really. He has to play this as carefully as possible since a surprise didn't work.