Well. Gyre is running at her so he doesn't notice which particular direction she's looking, especially not when she's got twelve individual sight lines to follow.

Instead, he's left to slam up against her magic, snarling with effort as he tries to force the bow past whatever is stopping him. The grip at his shoulder makes him pause for a moment, and when she wraps that invisible hand around his chest, he grunts softly, winded. His thoughts spin for a second, an instantaneous panic rising up in him. He hates feeling trapped and this is doing exactly that.

"Stop!" he barks at her, squirming in place, trying to back off to see if that will get him unstuck. Does she have some kind of barrier around her? He doesn't understand what's caught him, so he does the next best thing, and tries to smack her in the chest with one of his shields.