Zergling unfazed by pain, Cold Symmetry

Teredal heard the whistle of hydralisk spines, spun on his heels to dodge a volley that
tore past. He continued the momentum of his spin to meet the descending claws of a zergling,
the pion-fire energy of his wrist weapon slicing through its talons with arrogant precision.

Driven by fury, heedless of the pain, the zergling leapt through the spray of its own
blood, determined to eat, to kill. The reaction was instinctive, one that Teredal had learned to
trigger. Long years battling these beasts had honed a reflexive order of parry-riposte into his
muscles. With practiced grace, he bent low and allowed the arc of the monster's trajectory to
carry it headlong through his raised blade. Two twitching halves of a zergling tumbled into the
pale lunar dust behind him.

Cold Symmetry, pg 6