Knight Norrevinter's concerns regarding the huge metal man with a grip on her arm had all but gone out of the window faced with this new threat. Orion was serving more as cover than an opponent by the time she saw the wall rise up.

[color=ed1c24]"Coward!"[/color] Kora snarled, further enraged by the tactics of this opponent. 

Then she saw the grenade. 

Then she was being flung to the floor as the heavy weigh behind her abruptly shifted.  It felt a bit like being thrown down by a wrecking ball, and had she taken Lazos' full weight then a broken knee would have been a far lesser worry, but for reason's Kora's mind hadn't wrapped around at that moment in time, he had not. 

Berserk mode in full force, the Knight was not thinking about Orion's attempt to protect her from the grenade, even as the explosion jolted her forwards and she got a mouthful of sand where, unprotected she might have been in pieces on the floor. None of this crossed her mind. 
All that was in her mind was getting that man. 

As the dust settled Kora scrambled suddenly forward, pulling free from under Orion and stopping for a moment to press her superheated hand against her injured knee. There was a hiss and the foul smell of burning flesh as the wound cauterised instantly. 

And with that, she was off at a charge. 

The pain in her leg must have been unbearable as she forced weight on the foot but if it was she was showing no sign of it, especially when she flung herself at the wall and tore her way up with alarming speed, even whilst dragging her injured leg up with her. 

Reaching the top of the barrier the berserker let out a scream of fury and perched on top like some hunting animal, before letting loose another explosive burst of heat below in the direction of the mercenary. 

Blood had begun to trickle out from her eyes and seep down her cheeks. She was working with several broken bones at the very least, but it didn't seem to be bothering her at all. There was a good reason that the Citadel saw few concerns in letting the Knight walk the wastes alone. She was capable of becoming a one-woman howling storm of a destruction. A berserker.