Mr. T's Disclaimer: I pity da fool who don't own Blizzard! (That would be me.)
Note: Artanis is supposed to be pretty polite for a young Protoss. What could the normal ones have been like?
"Just admit that you like her, Tass." Two young Templar (they weren't Templar yet, but you wouldn't hear it from them) were preparing for the final exams of their young lives. Within the day, they would have the paths of their lives chosen for them.
"Fine. I think she's very pretty. Will you let me practice my exercises now?" Tassadar was rather annoyed with his partner. He was older, but you wouldn't know by the way he talked or looked. His parents were both Khalai, so he hadn't been brought up with the sort of discipline that a Templar ought to have. Fenix could be annoying at times, but he was also Tassadar's best friend, and not such a bad swordsman, considering how much attention he paid to their instructor, old Aldaris.
"Naw, you're not getting out of it that easily. I know enough to be able to tell that you completely lose control of your Psi when she's around." Tassadar tried not to pay attention. He was at the top of his class, and he wouldn't, couldn't, let Fenix, who was pleasantly average, force him to lose concentration. Any attempt to fight back was futile, however. Tassadar laughed.
"Please, 'Nix. This coming from someone who never has control of his Psi?" Fenix looked genuinely ticked off. He raised his hands in a combat position.
"Sure you want to say that, Tass?" Tassadar got into position as well, then the two came together faster than the untrained eye could follow. Fenix's fist connected with Tassadar's face, and Tassadar's hit Fenix in the stomach. They separated, then Tassadar attacked. He hadn't expected Fenix to expect it, but the older student fell to his knees, letting Tassadar's arm fly over his head. He countered with a blow to the chest that sent Tassadar flying.
Tassadar was infuriated. Fenix wasn't nearly as good as he was. How was he being beaten? He charged up his Psi, hoping to put Fenix out of commission with a weak shock. Then- wait. Khala, of all the things... it was her...
Fenix's palm hit Tassadar hard on the left side of the head. The fallen warrior shrieked with pain, then laughed. Fenix joined in. Tassadar stopped laughing for a moment, then remarked that his defeat had been caused by a faulty piece of equipment.
Author's Note: I'm sorry for the lack of Protoss, but I've just got so many ideas for Terran stories that I couldn't help myself. A Zerg story will be coming up eventually...