Rita didn't deliberately pick her targets. She had to follow the Librarian's rules of engagement.
Any student marked red by Divine Game, being the nearest, had to be struck first. Of course, thanks to the whip's reach, accidentally hitting extra people along the way was perfectly within the rules.
That little trick she'd picked up straight from the Librarian who had been singling her out.
Like a rookie thrilled with her new job, she threw herself into the work with boundless enthusiasm. The whip never stopped cracking. More than once, it nearly lashed Barista.
Once might be an accident. Twice could be coincidence. Thrice could be carelessness. By the fourth time, it was definitely "oops, totally didn't mean that."
Barista: "..."
She grabbed a rabbit Librarian passing by and hissed in divine tongue, words the players couldn't understand: "Weren't you specifically here to whip her?"
Deceitful Bloom sighed. "Yes, but right now I can't touch her."