Flood dodges strike after attempted strike from an increasingly frustrated Mr. Rankin. He begins to laugh maniacally as he comments, "Has anyone ever told you that you would make a killing as a ballerina?" Flood waits until Mimic's spins cause him to have his back exposed, then lunges, his outstretched arms revealing the previously hidden tonfas.

Mimic's growls of frustration grow ever louder with each futile strike, [i]"That damn Brock kid slowed me down. This is freaking ridiculous!"[/i]. Suddenly, Mimic's student lunges at him. He raises his arms, causing the ice shards scattered around the room to fly toward Flood. Flood shields his face instinctively, leaving an opening that Mimic makes the most of. Mimic rapidly spins once again, his razor-sharp wings slicing his student in half. He nonchalantly pushes the two halves together and says to Flood, "You obviously haven't been doing what I told you. Fight your instincts to shield your face and focus on the battle. If your face is hurt, it'll heal. Now get out of here." Mimic sticks his head in the classroom and points to Sue as he says, "Come on down!"