It was a monstrous device taking the form of a stocky human, but approximately three times the height of a man. Fire from the smoldering wreck reflected crimson off of a sneering satyr head that sat atop the wide shoulders. A pair of spinning flywheels protruded from the shoulders, whirring up to speed with each swing of the three fingered claws. A curious portal could be seen in the center of each claw as it grasped branches and tossed them aside.

Inside the barrel like torso of the machine was an armored cage. Movement could be seen within; a man inside pulling levers and otherwise directing the device by unseen means. The thing shuffled forward on short, clumsy but powerful legs, trampling the undergrowth before it.

Anso studied it carefully from behind the rocky hilltop, trying to discern what method this thing could have used to bring the airship down. Perhaps another war machine under its direction ahd shot it down with cannonfire. Nervously, he scanned the surrounding woods for signs of troops.