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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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Karla nodded again, dismissing any possibility of asking Kerrigan if she could take it easy today. She'd prove that she was still willing to work and work hard; she didn't want Kerrigan to think she was slacking off, not after she was kind enough to take a report in lieu of the missed classes.

Right. 'Kindness.'

She did have to ask, though. "How exact are our duplicates?"

"Measurements and physical strength and speed," Kerrigan replied. "The last thing I need is you kids slinging spells at each other in the middle of a tactical exercise."

"Those measurements taken when we came in today?" Karla asked. "Or from previous classes...?"

Karla was never going to win an award for most athletic, but considering she didn't normally need to sit and rest after walking a few yards, if she was going up against her 'usual' self today, she was so going to lose.

"First class of the semester," Kerrigan said.

Only then did she finally glance up and down Karla's body, making a rough mental sketch of the state of her. Interesting, and not in the way any of the idiots breathing in the pheromones in the air would've thought.

Honestly, most of the people breathing the pheromones probably wouldn't think Karla was 'interesting' right now. People generally liked curves, not angles.

"Oh." Well, Hell's fire. That sucked. "That will give me a chance to engage in some creative tactics, then," she said, squaring her shoulders and trying to sound confident.

"Don't break any limbs." See? Sympathy. "If it feels like you're going to collapse on us, get back here."

"I won't push myself too far," Karla promised. That much pushing had gotten her into this situation anyway. "Besides, Emma wouldn't give me my colors until I agreed to partner up with her. She won't hesitate to smack me if she thinks I'm overdoing it."

"Frost's good at that," Kerrigan said, in approval. "Now move your ass, Karla. And get me that report next week."

If she wasn't going to ask for a break, she wasn't going to get one. Simple as that.

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