Cayde was sick of scorn.
Not only because he associated them with the biggest and last mistake of his life, but they were just generally disgusting. They smelled like rotting corpses, and the viscera got everywhere whenever you fought them. He hasn't been able to service his armor properly in a long time, and they have yet to find anywhere in the not-Tower that has a working shower- what he wouldn't give for a shower, and Traveler knew Crow needed one too, the guy was in the ascendant plane for five months, he reeked.
Unfortunately, scorn seemed to be everywhere around here. If it wasn't them, it was taken or those 'dreadful things', as Glint called them, and they were increasing in number faster than he would like. He was sick of scorn. He was sick of being stuck in here. He was sick of being filthy. He was sick of hearing about all the awful things that had happened in the last five years. He wanted to see more people, in general, he wanted to talk to Shiro and maybe get some real food.
So it starts like one of their usually ambushes; he jumps out of a tree and lands on a chieftain, jams his knife through its neck while Crow dropped in behind the two ravagers and jammed blades of his own into their spines. Kid was getting good at ambushes from above, that was his cleanest one yet.
Then a screeb they hadn't seen is practically on top of him. Crow shouts a warning. And even though Cayde knows he shouldn't, the mere appearance of the thing brings all his frustration to a breaking point.
He kicks it. Hard. And between being an exo, the enhancements the Light gave him, and the angle he kicked it from, it went flying. He felt it squish with the impact, felt and heard the swish of liquid in its explosive sacks. It was like kicking an oversized water balloon.
He backflips away from the thing, and a gunshot rings out, accompanied by the telltale sound of a screeb being popped like the creepy pimple with legs it was. He barely avoids being rained on by what's left.
"That was close." Crow comments, returning Hawkmoon to its holster. That had been... strangely satisfying. Cayde finds himself barely holding back laughter.
"Did you see it though?" he wheezes. "Like a fucking rocket! Let's try it again!"
"I don't think that's a great idea." Crow's brows furrowed. "I guess it was pretty great, though."
"'Great'? It was hilarious!" He's laughing like a maniac now. A chitter from the bushes sobers him up, and they both point their weapons at-"Dibs!"
"Cayde, no!" the younger Hunter protests as he rushes the screeb that had emerged.
"Cayde, yes!" he shouts back, grinning as he wound up another kick. Maybe scorn weren't so bad after all; he hasn't had fun like this in a while.