[color=slategray]"This is as to be expected."[/color] The tone, much like the man, appeared suddenly, as if he, and it, had been lurking just out of the corners of their collective perception the entire time. The voice belonged to a man, one Mr/Lecturer Montana. His cloth was of a tailored, European cut, three piece suit, complete with a pair of dull blue gloves to match. All was crisp, save for the area where the elbows and knees bent, possibly showcasing how active he was when wearing a suit. His face was near free of creases as well, aside from the early stages of crows feet that lined his eyes. 

[color=slategray]"Expected, but not tolerated."[/color]

His mouth returned to its sculpted line, giving him the resting face of eternal dispassion. His eyes were coal black holes where light did not escape, and they consumed the passion between the two students, swallowing each iota of disobedience with a quiet, but aggressive intensity.

The ambient frequency around Montana hummed with an unnatural energy, it was a subtle change, like ones foot falling asleep from lack of use. Unlike this normal ailment, it grew in intensity, surged into a palpable feeling that one could feel in their extremities, and suddenly, quickly, without warning, it exploded, suffocating the two in a nullification field that left them both, any anyone in their immediate vicinity, temporarily purged of all magical ability. 

He didn't forget Kora's physical advantage over Larke, but he wouldn't use a shield to cease her assault, not initially. Such an affirmation would carry heavy consequences. He used himself as a deterrent instead, stepping between them both, and lifting Larke from the mess of food that clung to his hair and clothes. 

[color=slategray]"Assault is a side effect of people inhabiting the same space for any length of time. Assault in full view of faculty and the student body bespeaks of a brazen arrogance that will not be tolerated within these halls. From anyone. Ill language is no less tolerated. Am I understood?"[/color]