Devika halted her attack as she saw one of the new students dart forward. With the opening provided by the others, the girl made a well placed attack. It sure looked painful, but Mimic would be fine. "Nice hit!" She said as she rushed by. With his wrists bound neatly by Pheobe, Devika closed the gap and wrapped a hand around Mimic's neck, making sure to get as much bare skin as she could against her fingers. She loosed the fear she'd been building in one sharp jolt. It tore out of her so quick that she felt immediately lightheaded, and lost her footing, landing heavily on her backside with a grunt of surprise.