Some distance out from the fortress, Talon examines the battlefield.
"Holy hell. I'll be busy for a while. Best start with the little ones."
Walking over to a still-twitching zergling, he grabs it, gently, and closes his eyes. Deadly watches from afar, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Interesting - these things don't have any sentience, at least, so I can mess with them. They seem somewhat mishmashed - whatever did this knew what it was trying to get, but didn't have enough to work with. I can fix that. Deadly, can you fetch me a live one? This one's too weak to get shaped."
Standing up, Talon decapitates the zergling, before beginning a dissection. Sometimes it was easy seeing how things connected up before you Shaped. In the meantime, Deadly morphed to Feral, before sprinting farther into the battlefield, where a few screams could still be heard. Nose filled with the scent of zergling, he had no trouble tracking down a fresh one, and with one leap it was over, the zergling unconscious. Slinging his trophy over his shoulders, Deadly began to run back to Talon.
"That all?"
"All for now - but I wouldn't mind your help later, with some of the nastier ones. And do me a favour and make sure no one kills them off while I'm busy."
"Sure - slithery ones or spiny ones?"
"Both if you can. We'll save the tusked ones for later. The aerial ones look too fragile to be caught."
Deadly runs off again, looking for a live 'slithery one'.
Meanwhile, Talon turns to the unconscious zergling, placing one clawed hand on its carapace.
"Such a fragile thing - but certainly aggressive. I think we'll give you a better brain, and maybe some better armour."
With that, Talon begins. The crunching of bone can be distinctly heard coming from the zergling, and soon a plate of bone emerges, covering most of its back and head. Sharp ivory spikes burst from the limbs, and the zergling's leathery skin is covered by scales. Its claws fuse and unfuse, new muscles adding dexterity and strength, and a new jaw structure allows the zergling to unhinge its jaw to bite far larger targets. The legs reform with greater support, allowing it to leap, and the tail becomes spiked and prehensile. Finally, the brain. With an expanded skull capacity, the previously primitive structure expands, new structures increasing the creatures intelligence a hundredfold, while also severing its reliance on the Overmind. When it's over, Talon steps back from his new creation.
"Very nice. Doubt you'll live long, but still. That's what you were meant to be."