It was just par for the course that things always went from bad to worse, and this was certainly no exception. Zeratul leapt backwards to avoid the mole's teeth, and his argument with Cybele left his mind completely.

He had declined a simple weapon to take with him, and he almost regretted it now. The thing didn't appear to be a Kishin, however, and his claws would serve him just fine. It was a matter of being able to attack at the right moment, though, and the mole had the advantage at that moment. He dodged its attacks, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike back.