The colossal fifteen-foot titanium rail exoskeleton of Garran Holt towered over the eastern freight yard, illuminated by the harsh orange glow of burning maintenance beacons.
"Look at the immense armor plating reinforcing that mechanized war frame," Kendra remarked, stepping forward with her war hammer held at the ready.
"Our optical scanners identify five-inch laminated tungsten-carbide plates covering every critical joint," Jax reported, tracking the hydraulic power readings on his datapad.
"The machine is powered by twin high-output arcane steam turbines mounted on the upper spine," Diana observed through her scouting visor.
"Those spinning steel coupler chains wrapped around the shoulders can whip out and slice through armored vehicles like paper," Ava warned, aiming her disruptor rifle at the upper chassis.
