Sixth Blade
[After a week of roiling activity, the Swarm has suddenly fallen silent. A very battered, tired Kerrigan crawls, bleeding, out of the Zerg nest for a few yards, shooing off any zerglings that wandered close enough to investigate her. Her control reinstated, they obediently return to the creep.]
Oh thank God... I thought I'd... never get out of there!
I think... I need to stay away from there... for a while...
[Ellipses abuse from Kerrigan's generally injured, tired state stopping her from talking at full speed.]
Oh thank God... I thought I'd... never get out of there!
I think... I need to stay away from there... for a while...
[Ellipses abuse from Kerrigan's generally injured, tired state stopping her from talking at full speed.]