In a way, Cayde's of the same opinion. There's a lot of things he knows he wasn't getting very far in figuring out, but if there's one thing he trusts, it's a gun in his hand and the ability to put a bullet in the head of his target.
And boy are there a lot of targets.
Of course the downside to using a gun is that it isn't very subtle, but while he suspects the sound's drawing him more attention than his bullet is thinning out the crowds, it doesn't stop him from doing what he does best. But bullets aren't limitless, so in between, he makes good use of his knife. Having to get up close and in person is kind of the downside of it, but he doesn't let range hold him back.
There's the sound of something heavy cutting through the air, right before the large blade embeds itself into another zombie with a sickening squelch, its body falling forward with a thud and a groan.
"Does that make them workaholics then?" Cayde asks, hopping over to retrieve his weapon, metal features pinching as he gives the knife a useless shake before wiping the blade off on the tattered clothes. "How you holding up, kid?"
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And boy are there a lot of targets.
Of course the downside to using a gun is that it isn't very subtle, but while he suspects the sound's drawing him more attention than his bullet is thinning out the crowds, it doesn't stop him from doing what he does best. But bullets aren't limitless, so in between, he makes good use of his knife. Having to get up close and in person is kind of the downside of it, but he doesn't let range hold him back.
There's the sound of something heavy cutting through the air, right before the large blade embeds itself into another zombie with a sickening squelch, its body falling forward with a thud and a groan.
"Does that make them workaholics then?" Cayde asks, hopping over to retrieve his weapon, metal features pinching as he gives the knife a useless shake before wiping the blade off on the tattered clothes. "How you holding up, kid?"