Gyre's attempt at getting away from Twelve results in nothing at all. She stays gripping around his entire body, she stays holding him like a potato, and she's apparently still moving him?

It's hard to tell what she's doing. The only thing that's clear is that he's wrapped in fabric and she's moving him in the air? Is she swinging him around? Is she throwing him? Is she big or small?

But when he tries to arrow her when her grip loosens, he'll be treated to just the worst sight ever. All at once, the fabric falls away from him and leaves him landing shakily on his feet. Exactly where he'd been before. Why did it feel like he was airborne? Wasn't she throwing him around? Were the feelings just magic? What the heck.

But, more importantly, laying on the ground in front of him was Twelve. Her small body is spawled out, Gyre's arrow laying horizontally across her front, all twelve hands empty, and there's a post-it note over each of her eyes with "X"s painted over them.

Five is by over Gyre, looking over at him, and Fen is floating vaguely close to his head and slowly orbiting him.

"That was dumb, like. Really, really dumb." Five says, immediately, looking like she's just been the victim of a prank.

"Please don't tell me you took Ten seriously." She adds, looking incredulously down at Twelve.

"Is that why you tried this?" She questions, baffled, even after Twelve doesn't respond. See the X's? She's dead. Gasp. Twelve, defeated.