Kora was strong, and benefited from years of combat instruction under her family. What she didn't perhaps gain was the advantage of forward planning, or she might have realised that putting herself off balance in such a way was going to inevitably lead to her opponent taking advantage of it. The trip caught her to lurch sideways, sending some bottles of fruit juice splashing over the carpet, and her grip loosened enough to allow Larke to slip out. That wasn't something she was over-concerned with, satisfied that she'd asserted dominant status over the lesser bloodline; that was until the Sterling opened his mouth and she was filled once more with righteous fury. [color=ed1c24]"Considering that you're a Sterling I'm probably the only person in this room who isn't your cousin by now.[/color]" she responded , shooting the red-haired young man who laughed the kind of feral glare that suggested he too was moments short of having a sharp and sudden visit from a bowl of apricot yogurt. As she reached for another bit of breakfast-based weaponry, the air around her hands started warping with heat, the veins beneath her skin starting to emit reddish light through the white skin. Her eyes were set completely on Larke, less he make a move for it. She must have tangibly felt the nullification field descend, and the light extinguish from her hands, but it didn't prevent the young woman seizing hold of the large piece of watermelon, winding back, and throwing it right towards Sterling's shit-eating smile..right as Professor Montana stepped in between them. Possibly for the first time ever, Kora Norrevinter's expression portrayed a sudden and surprised understanding that she had made a very severe error of judgement. ---- Helena had been listening to Esperanza discussing blood magic with some interest, she wasn't especially au fait with it so it was good to try and pick it up, when the scream and the crash made the girl flinch in alarm. Two of the students were fighting against the breakfast table. Did that happen often? Her new acquaintance didn't seem especially alarmed by that development. If anything the opposite appeared to be true, and she was attempting to get a good look whilst Helena herself shrunk into her seat, wary of other potential flying bowls. [color=ed145b] "I kind of..maybe hope there won't be. A fight everyday I mean."[/color] she replied. Her attention was pulled away from the battle unfolding at the food table as Professor Lovette stepped in to begin the induction properly. Helena was already awar,e to some degree who he was. Partly this was down to his rather distinctive dress sense, and partly because of a rumor that he supposedly once vapourized a man during the war. She didn't know how true that was. He didn't look that scary. She could imagine Professor K or Professor Byrne doing that...but they weren't pyromancers so it didn't really work... Helena was pulled out of her reverie upon realising another had joined her and Esperanza, a young man who had come to a stop between them, and whom had spoken a few moments before but only then had it succeeded in reaching the depth of Helena Kingsley's mind. She hastily smiled, overcompensating jut a little with a burst of overly-fast speech. [color=ed145b] "Oh! Yeah. Pretty eventful. I know a lot of bloodlines don't get along but...didn't realise that was going to happen. "[/color] She lowered her voice a bit. [color=ed145b]"Also didn't count on some of our teachers being this scary."[/color] She indicated with her eyes the dark shape of Professor Montana stood between the two fighting students. Beyond that Kovalenko and Byrne were stood over by the door regarding most of the students with a kind of pitiless disdain. It was a bit intimidating.