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Pheromones.

A specific type of them. Kerrigan had smelled it since the moment she stepped anywhere near close to another human being that morning, and it was mildly disgusting. Her own system had filtered them out - Zerg physiology being what it was - but with these kids...

... well, there was a reason why they were meeting in a rainforest in the Danger Shop. Rain was pouring down from the sky at an alarming pace, in fact. Because Kerrigan was considerate like that, she'd laid out some raincoats, but that was about that.

"This isn't really macro-level," she said, idly, "But it might get you some insights on battlefield mechanics. For each of you, there's a duplicate somewhere in this woods. Well, 'duplicate' - they'll have your measurements, and they'll be identifiable by colour," she nodded at the differently-shaded strips she'd had the TAs hand out, "...but I'm not interested in pitting you against anything with your face."

Interesting experiment as that might have been.

"You have, as before, five minutes to discuss tactics. Work together, work individually, I don't care. Your goal is to take out your duplicate in whatever manner possible. Go."

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He was always looking good! Look at those cheekbones!

Blackagar wiggled his hand uncertainly as he looked at the bow with more than a bit derision. It really was quite primitive. Though he was rather fond of the machete for some reason.

"I definitely need to learn more about hand to hand combat," Leia said, eyeing the machete. "I think I'd be better with the bow. Maybe you can lure out doubles out into the open so I can try to pick them off?"

Hopefully those cheekbones wouldn't get bruised or anything in the process. But if they did she could certainly offer to nurse him back to health.

It was a damn nice machete. All... blade-like and shiny.

Blackagar nodded quickly, perfectly fine with playing bait. Possibly because the odds of actually being harmed were slim. Oh, Inhuman physiology.

Then he paused and gave her a concerned look. If these things were their doubles, would they have similar talents? Because that could only end badly for him.

Leia shook her head and laughed. "Not-me is going to be the same size as me," she said, holding out her arms and gesturing to her mighty 5'1" height. "I don't think you'll have any trouble handling her in close combat. But if she's got a blaster, run for cover."

Ah... yeah. That worked too.

Blackagar nodded slowly, raising his machete in a sort of a salute. He was almost certain he could handle whatever the small other her could dish out.

As long as other him didn't find her.

Leia nodded in return. "I'll find some high ground and cover you," she said, squinting at the rain. "Hopefully this won't make it too hard to see."

And hopefully she wouldn't get distracted checking out Blackagar.

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