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Hearing Scythe's quip, Baryos grimaced under his helmet.

"Sorry for that."

As the Warlock clambered on crumbling green stones, he began to notice a pinpoint of light above him. Two pinpoints. Five. Twelve. The stars!

While he was distracted by the stars, his hand missed a handhold, nearly making him lose his footing. As his gaze was snapped downward by the change in control, he noticed something that made him feel sick in the stomach. A rolling, billowing wave of greenish Hive flame rushed to end the Fireteam members who were climbing out from the vile pit.

And all he said was, "Son of a bitch."