Valechka had a potato held in her hand, ready to throw it. Though the others seemed to plan their actions, attempting to use team work to try to take their instructor down, Valechka instead decided to bide her time until it was time to strike. In spite of the fog and the darkness, Valechka was more than capable of hearing- and smelling in some cases- both the other students and the instructor as they went about. She could not discern exactly what was going on, how many bodies there were, or what had happened, but it looked as though the instructor was very much capable of taking care of each and every one of them.

Then out of the blue, a familiar voice. It was the boy who wanted to fight her earlier! She didn't quite understand him, though his ramblings certainly did not improve her opinion. Still, she questioned if the babble had something to do with his superpower, which was a thing that apparently everybody else had. Valechka felt herself at a slight disadvantage then. The clenched the potato in hand, claws peeling into the potato skin.

When she felt it was finally time to strike, Valechka leaped back onto her feet. "A NUU-" she shouted. The potato was held up in the air behind her head as if she were about to lob it. In front of her was the teacher. She could hear the man speak, though in her distressed state, which she had been in since the entire smoke incident, she wasn't entirely sure what he was on about. For a second, Valechka looked at Varus like a deer caught in headlights.

Then, Valechka threw the potato at the instructor.