Shadir was about to answer Pyre's question when the Zergborg attacked.  "Who the hell do these Terrans think they ARE," raged Shadir as a deep, scalding rush of anger roared throughout his entire existence. This same rage permeated the area through Shadirs latent Psionics, creating a field around him of unstable red energy.  As the gauss rifles unloaded their deadly cargo at the group, Shadirs cloak interposed itself between him and the danger. Extinguishing his warpblade, the cloaks natural defenses became fortified by the blades energy as the first wave of bullets crashed into it. Though he felt the pain, he ignored it, charging at the poor hydralisk.  As he got within striking range he lunged, clawed left hand trained at the zergborgs neck. The only merciful thing that he could do for this cybernetic hybrid was to kill it. Without a hive mind to guide it, the creature had become little more than a killing machine. Before his hybridization, he would have simply thought it a killing machine before and after it had been modified, but now he could see it as another living thing that had been forcefully changed from its natural state, a sentiment he himself could now relate to. These terrans would pay for their arrogance.