The massive dragon that was Crucible watched the city from a vantage point on one of the taller towers of the city, one that could hold his weight fortunately. Numerous new scratches and a few acid burns dotted his one hundred and fourty foot long form from his encounters with the numerous assortment of constructs that had been pitted against the crew, especially in the defense of certain locations, such as the Drunken Dragon in, or more particularly those stranded there during the initial attacks.

Since then he had defended what locations he could and assisted the crew in watching over the city. Such as it was as his sharp eyesight scanned through the buildings, many of which now in ruins, smoke billowing from some sections of the city. It was when he spotted movements amongst the rubble, a considerable horde of constructs that appeared to be in pursuit of something, or more specifically someone as he caught a glimpse the crew member in question, one that had been making supply runs from what he had heard.

If he didn't get assistance soon, it looked likely that the horde would soon catch up with the human, not wasting another moment Crucible crouched back and leaped into the air to wing his way to intercept.