Hide your true face from the sun, lest you get burned.
"Now is not the time, Cayde." Sword strike. Forty-one Cabal down.
"On the contrary, my horned friend." Throwing knife. Thirty-six. "These red lesions are burning down our house. The stakes have never been higher!" Hand cannon. Thirty-seven. "Let's say… two thousand Glimmer a head."
"Ikora said 'Red Legion,' you fool. And no." Sword strike. Forty-two and forty-three.
"I will not wager against you when our home—"
"Wh— What is this? Cayde, what have you done to me? Another trick to win a bet we haven't made?"
"No, you big ox! I can't… ugh. Can't you see that it got me too? Look out!" Sidearm. Thirty-eight.
"The Light is beyond my reach. My Ghost is empty." Sword strike. Forty-four. "This means…"
"They need us. We should split up." Throwing knife. Thirty-nine. "I'll sweep the streets, you take the—"
"Ten thousand." Sword strike. Forty-five. "THESE are the highest stakes." Sword strike. Forty-six. "You want a bet, Hunter? Let's bet. The only prize is our lives. For all time.”
Hand cannon. Firefly! Forty, forty-one, forty-two. "You're on."