That really wasn’t much information to go by. Anybody could tell her that it was large and slow or fast and small; broad descriptions like that were useless. Charging in knowing nothing but generalities was tantamount to suicide. Did the reconnaissance teams have only that to say? 

Lyna rolled Tobie forward on his wheels before plopping down on him with a small clank. The bot beeped in displeasure at being abused as a makeshift stool but otherwise did nothing else. She hadn’t initially wanted to speak up too much, but she and the others clearly needed a bit more to go on. 

“So, how does this behemoth act? Does it pick a target and focus on it ‘til it’s dead, or is it easily distractible? There should be at least some information about how it attacks. I mean, I’m confident enough in defending myself, but I’d throw our success into doubt if we’re going in blind like this with all these vague statements.”