True to form, Stefan rides the Broodmother straight into the side of the Zerg Hive; the resulting impact sending fleshy bits and ichor flying in all directions. Moments later, the psionic aftershock of the Broodmother's death echos out over the planet. The effect was immediate. Across the Zerg battleline chaos reigned. With the loss of their central leadership, individual queens and overlords vied for control over the swarm, turning what had been an organized assault into a now writhing mosh pit.

[color=f9ad81]{Well that certainly simplifies things. Now we've just got to clean up this mess. Once again, thank you uncle Stef.}[/color]

Amanda quips, taking a quick breather to watch the chaos unfold.