Six stumbles slightly as he's pushed away, but doesn't fall. Not smooth, Gyre! Off to the side, Eight makes a softly muttered "Wrong" in response to Gyre's assumption that he, at any point here, didn't know what was going on just because he couldn't see.

Twelve, meanwhile, lands on Gyre's hands and--

She turns immediately, locking ten eyes on Luka with glee. Judges for a fight. Perfect.

"Princess Judge. Yes." She confirms, hopping back before flapping off of Gyre's hands and flying off in the direction of the space Gyre was heading to--

And then she lands. Her little bird form does a flip in the air and, instead of her little bird form landing, a massive centaur lands with enough force to send rocks in every direction. Except she's got six legs and six arms. Her massive body looms easily twelve feet (ha!) in the air, and every hand is gripping a three-foot-long blade at the ready. Her upper body is definitely humanoid... until the head, where it's just a massive spiked maw surrounded by eleven eyes. When it opens: There's an eye inside, watching. The twelfth eye. She has hair, spiked back, but it's hidden behind a yellow hankerchief tying it all back. Her upper torso has the remnants of a tattered yellow cloth... isn't that just all a part of her? Wild.

And she takes up a pose, all six blades at the ready, as two things happen:

One: Luka is treated to a brief glimpse of this Twelve in his head. Gyre is, too, an advertisement of the monster before them.

Two: She whispers again, in both their ears: "Strike me, once."