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Chase through the City [Closed]

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.

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Crucible watched Howard for a moment as he began to haul himself on up, dipping his head in acknowledgement, "Injuries sustained in this form remain in a similar manner in my human form," He replies even as he looks up and scans his gaze through the wreckage that lay strewn through the street, "However, I cannot currently assume another form, that which appears to be affecting the powers of all on board is also preventing me from making use of my own abilities,"

He respected Howard for that. He didn't expect his trust, he would let his actions speak for him, spreading unfurling his fortunately undamaged wings he moved to the center of the street as Howard got into position, "Once you are in position I will take wing, hold on back there,"

"Then I patch you up as a dragon. No big." He is a bit worried, though. Crucible seems to have sustained more damage than him, at least in this fight. Howard's still reeling from the head wound he got earlier; his head feels like someone's trying to stab their way out his skull with a fork.

He takes a old of the scales and hunkers down, trying to avoid getting hit by too much wind. He double-straps his kit and backpack, and uses said backpack strap to anchor himself. "Ready when you are, Big Scary Dragon Man."

"I would not wish to drain your supplies from those who would need it, I have taken far worse than this and lived on," he replies, the numerous scars that were evident across his form, from the blackened scar that remained on one of his hind legs from his encounter with an abyssal lance, the scars across his wings from the more recent times they had been attacked and broken along with a multitude of other old injuries that had healed in time.

Once Howard was hunkered down and had a good grip, Crucible crouched back as he lifted his massive wings on high and with a powerful leap propelled them up and over the buildings before bringing his wings down in a strong beat, the two soon soaring high above the city below. The extent of the damage a bit clearer from on high, "Where were you headed before that little detour?" he called on back over the wind, his gaze scanning the city below.

"If you say you're okay, man. I'm going to need a splint for myself at least." Looking down at the City, the damage is disheartening. On the upside, it keeps Howard's mind off the physical pain he's in.

"Back to the Warehouse. I just finished a supply run to the Vatican." Howard cringes with each buffet of Crucible's mighty wings. "We got some kids hunkered down there, all of them about my age. It's a safehouse right now, since the robots haven't noticed us."

And Howard doesn't want to think of the Warehouse getting destroyed. They already lost Med Bay. That's a loss enough.

"We will see to getting you one then. Once the device or power is preventing the use of magic is dealt, I have some ability to heal, both myself and others," He commented even as he took in the damage below, it would take much work to repair, but as long as the crew fought on they would recover.

After they reached a fair height Crucible stretched out his wings and glided for a time, "You have done a great deed in delivering supplies to those who need it," He looked back over his shoulder briefly as Howard spoke of those hunkered down in the Warehouse. "Do you wish me to take you there? I would have to land a distance away so as not to alert those below to its presence,"

"Good. Then let's hope that gets done soon." Howard relaxes a little as Crucible glides. It's much easier to stay on now, at least.

"No. Take me to a place the robots already know about. I don't want them finding my house, and I can't walk that far right now. Unless you let me get splinted first." He doesn't really respond to Crucible's compliment. He wasn't handing out food and medicine from the goodness of his heart; he just knew that the best way to keep track of where all the resources were was to dispense them himself. But he did risk his life, time and again, in this robot attack. For others, even.

Howard doesn't know what he is anymore.

"You did a good deed saving my ass, man."

"Indeed so, once it has been however and time permits, come to see me and I shall do what I can to mend your injuries, should you so wish it,"

"Very well, I shall take you by the Vatican. I will remain there a short time in the case that my assistance is needed, if you have your ankle splinted and feel yourself able I would be willing to transport you closer to your warehouse," He offers in turn, noting Howard's lack of response in regards to his compliment though doesn't think too much of it for the moment.

Tipping his wings slightly as he changed their course towards the Vatican, a few slow beats of his wings propelling them along before gliding for a while longer.

Glancing back over his shoulder to his passenger at his comment, before dipping his head lightly and looking forward once more, "You are welcome,"

"I'm fine. I need it to be good enough to run on, but we've got finite healing resources and there are people hurt worse than me." That's the medic in him talking, not the selfish scared kid. A few months ago he would have been begging Crucible to heal him, but the war's bred something akin to camaraderie in him.

"So, um." It's intimidating to ask someone for something when you're up in the air with them. "What was that whole thing with you protecting Kang and his kid? Was that just because they were crew? Because it didn't sound like it."

"Very well, you make a fair point, I intend to lend my resources where they are most needed, that includes my healing abilities should they be needed as they well might," He wasn't going to press the point, and he fully intended to put his abilities to use for the good of the crew.

Crucible remained quiet for a brief moment after Howard had asked that question, a brave one to ask given his situation but nevertheless he answered, "That is somewhat of a...complex matter, I protected them because they were crew, yes, but not just for those reasons,"

"Kang's kind and my own have had far from good relations ever since their creation, to say the least, it is something that I as head of the bronze clan have been striving to rectify," His tone sombre has he explained, "I also owe much to Kang and his people for their intervention during the final battle of the War of Souls, a battle that threatened to consume my city, were it not for Kang and his forces, Sanction may have been lost,"

"Though in the time since then I have begun negotiations of alliance with Kang and his nation, the Kang that is here is fourty years younger and such events had not happened for him,"

"No offense, man, but did you not have enough friends as a kid? That all sounds way too altruistic for me to take on its face, you know?" And no matter what, Howard always believes there's an angle.

He tightens his grip on Crucible's scales a little.

"So you just can't send him a Cliff-notes of the future? I mean, me and Kang are kind of," Howard makes an unsteady motion with his hand, aware Crucible might not see it but figuring Crucible can get the gist, "but he seems like the kind of guy that actually listens to logic a little."

Howard pauses. "Not that that stops like, prejudice back home, though, so what the hell am I even talking about."

"I understand your hesitation to take such an offer at face value, however, I have dealt with many in my hundreds of years of life who have had motives under such action and indeed it is wise not to take everything at face value," he comments after a moment.

"Nevertheless it is my duty as a councilor and indeed a member of the crew at large, my resources in such a matter are far from insignificant all things considered. If the crew is stronger because of my assistance would you not think that would be of benefit in many ways in the long term?"

Crucible gives a short humourless chuckle at the suggestion, "I have already done so to a degree," He comments before shaking his large head lightly in flight, "For such things logic can only do so much, the relationship between our kinds is not one that logic can easily mend, it will take time,"

"I know Kang however, whatever feelings he may have towards my presence currently, he is a skilled governor and leader, to keep such a people of his own together for so long, it shall not interfere with his duties,"

"If you had your duty as a Councilor, why did you lie? Even I didn't lie when I was on Council, back home. At least, not when I had a choice."

And no, Howard doesn't believe in furthering the greater good to help himself. If you build others up too much they're higher up to hit you when things go sour.

"I mean. It already did, when he lied. Personal issues getting in the way of transparency."

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