All hell breaks loose, and with an internal shrug, Kerrigan writes off any hope of directing the battle. Activating her camouflage, she becomes nothing more than the slightest ripple in the air as her armor bends the light around her. She starts taking head shots on any Jorgmund personnel carrying what looks like an experimental weapon, sprinting around the perimeter of the room between shots to keep the enemy from being able to pin down her location...assuming any of them can even focus enough to realize there's more chaos than there are New Hires visibly dealing it out.

Her C-10, designed as a long-range anti-materiel rifle, is massive overkill, and within the confines of even a large room, it doesn't make a difference whether you have your head exploded by spooky psychic powers or by a supersonic chunk of metal. The only thing that could identify those bodies is a gene scan.