Level 56 Crisper crawler who incinerates Gurgles-infected veterans in the trench, then breaks down sobbing.
Kristen Cronin is a crawler Carl recognizes, a level 56 Crisper carrying a flamethrower-style weapon reminiscent of Tserendolgor's. When about ten Gurgles-infected veterans come screaming down the Southern Front trench with blood spewing from their mouths and eyes, and a mage seals that section with a wall of dirt, Cronin shoves Carl aside and bakes the filled section — melting the dozen arms, legs, and claws that tear their way free.
The whole thing takes seconds. Fallen-soldier notifications blink across Carl's interface. Cronin sits down heavily on the ground and starts to sob, protesting that the Gurgles is a magical attack and shouldn't be allowed. Another voice answers that The Reavers infected their pets before the magic ban, making it an exploit the system has tolerated before, and that her mages simply need to do better at keeping infections out.
A crawler wielding a heavy flamethrower-type weapon, afterward sitting heavily in the trench mud, sobbing.
The crawler forced to burn her own infected comrades alive to stop the Gurgles spreading down the line.