Salia's compound eyes pulled the scene into a thousand fractured copies, processing the value of that new information, and lit up.
If she hurried to Keres's side now, with the two high-ranking Zerg fighting shoulder-to-shoulder while holding a clearly high-value human as hostage, those soft humans wouldn't dare to carelessly fight anymore.
Their guns would waver and would break under the weight of human guilt. That would instantly tilt the odds of winning by a massive margin.
Finalizing her plan, Salia let out a wet, rattling hiss—HIK-KT!—and quickly tipped her ruined body toward Keres's direction.
She banked hard to the right, her injured left wing letting out a horrible snap as she forced the joint to lock. She began to dive, a straight, desperate plummet through the smoke toward the corner.
"She's getting away!" Julius roared from above, his wings snapping tight as he tried to adjust his speed. "Zero!"
