The young student Aaron's question hadn't got unheard by Montana, his near accusatory tone was noted, but it didn't draw the older man's ire, or give him reason to reprimand the young man for his tone. The professor was less concerned with vocal cadence, and more concerned with  the situation in front of him on the table, amidst the wide range of breakfast choices turned makeshift weapons.

Rather than diverge his attention between the two combatants and the third student, he would simply wait until he had dealt with the problem at hand. One half of the problem had decided to compound the existing issue with yet another piece of spoiled fruit. Kora's face, a picture of stunned resignation, was quickly obscured by the watermelon that entered the immediate vicinity of Montana's face. The absurdity of being pelted by a rogue piece of fruit wasn't what sprung into mind, instead, he was reminded of the Norrevinter penchant for friendly fire, and how that seemed to extended to the new generation. 

A shield formed, roughly the size of two hands, with it's wedged edge pointing toward the airborne watermelon. One, became two, and the two met a sudden end as two more hand sized shields prevented what was left of the projectile form hitting two members of the student body. 

Juice slowly dripped down the semi-transparent shield, revealing Montana's face, and lack of amusement. 

Outwardly unamused. Inwardly he was quite tickled by the entire situation.

He spoke to Aaron first, fixing his gaze on the younger male. [color=slategray]"You may refer to me as Lecturer, or Professor Montana, whichever you prefer Mr.Heruscir."[/color] The correct pronunciation of a person's name was something Montana took extra care in doing, Aaron was no exception.

[color=slategray]"As you are all aware,"[/color] Montana's voice rose a decibel to include the students, and remaining parents in what he was about to say. [color=slategray]"Combat Instruction is a required part of this schools curriculum. Training, and sparring with your fellow students is an immense responsibility. I will not tolerate it being made light of by chance brawling between students for the capricious reasons I've seen today, am I understood?"/color]

His voice lowered. He addressed Kora next.

[color=slategray]"Am I understood Ms.Norrevinter[/color] 

[color=slategray]"Mr.Sterling, your choice of words lacks the tact I expect from our students when around faculty and parents. I expect more from you as time goes on."[/color]

As he scanned the crowd a final time, a redheaded face caught his eye for brief moment, then a rather loud sweater.


[color=slategray]"Thank you for your collective time, parents and students."[/color]