Bigby had seen more than his fair share of weird shit back in Fabletown. And being sheriff had meant that his nose had always been right in the thick of everyone’s messiest…and ugliest affairs. He’d dealt with beasts, trolls, goblins…toads…But this place? It was something else. Oddities of all sorts moved up and down the streets with ease, stirring up chaos every damned day. You couldn’t even count on a walk in the woods if you wanted some peace and quiet.

So when he hears all of the screaming and the rumbling in the distance it feels like business as usual. That is, until he actually turns the corner and sees the source of the ruckus.

“Ah shit.” He mutters to himself – tossing his cigarette onto the ground and stamping on the lit end.

Whatever it is, it’s big and mechanical without any scent - probably a mundy weapon of sorts…except that it seemed to be acting on his own. Bigby scowls as he watches it rampage – knowing that even at his full, transformed height of 8 feet, he still might not be able to match this thing by himself. But being sheriff these past (however many) years had instilled in him the tendency to at least make an attempt at asking questions first. He moves closer, his body tensing as he calls out to the giant creature.

“Hey! You! Yes, you! Just what the hell are you doing?”