Almost straight after you speak, the striding gait of the mechanical colossus slows to a halt. Both of the metal toe-feet are planted in the ground next to each other. A low, synthetic moan drones from high in the air, above the cloud of smoke. With the churning of metal and carbon-fiber tendons, what seems to be the silhouette of a massive, hammer-like head slowly turns to gaze at you with four glaring red eyes from high behind the cloud, possibly more than 100 feet above you. The moan returns, but now rises in intensity, as if in anger, and you can sense this gigantic beast's entire body now turning to face you.