So, Phoebe wanted a way in. Seeing Makoto begin to rush Mimic Kat quickly positioned herself on his opposite side. It was not beyond him to defend himself from both - in fact she expected it - but it would be enough to distract him from the third attack... she hoped. She held her hands before her, magic smoking and flickering around her fingertips. The power he played with gave her pause; magic could be a fickle and volatile thing and there was nothing to say its reaction with this electricity would be good for anyone.

Then again, he was the teacher and the blame would have to ultimately fall with him. And then two streams of magic began to head towards him, spiraling and snaking about the other, merging at the tip as they aimed for his chest.