"...A sign?" Said sign still looks almost pristine and sitting where it was originally, just with a dragon stuck to one side by his horns. "... What is the thing even made of?"

The ends of Skyfire's horns have punctured the back of the sign, with the angle of his head causing him no end of trouble in trying to move his head in the right directions so that he can pull them out. Mostly because he can't see which way to turn and the prongs keep catching back in the holes if he does manage to get a few free.