"Pretty much all I need."

"Yet you're helping me."

"Don't- make a big deal out of it."

"...I won't. I promise."

"You want to go look at the big fucker?"

"Might as well start there!"

Back through the ruined mall and to the other exit. Bellona's companion seems to know the way pretty well, at least.

Helpful! 

Bellona falls into an alert silence as they move, given the fact they're going into a potential combat. 

There's a short grassy sward before the land dips a little to a ravine with a wood and rope bridge spanning it. The big machine is standing on the grass ahead and to their left, apparently idle, staring upwards and occasionally shrugging its massive arms.

Does it seem to have any kind of guns? 

It does not. This model tries to smash, squash, or squish you directly.

"I'm going to try trapping its legs," she whispers to A2.

"Go for it."

She touches her hands together, touches the ground - very carefully controls the depth of the reaction, a tiny sliver reaching out, using alkahestric principles to then unfold the full reaction right under the machine's legs, the stone surging up to grab it even as the ground right under its feet vanishes. 

It seems to startle, and tries to use its arms to push itself up and out, hydraulic pistons straining mightily. The little head on top twists itself around to try to find an attacker, eye sockets flashing angry red as it emits a harsh screeching groan.

She grabs its arms, too, then cuts off the reaction and steps out into its field of view. "Hi! Sorry about that, I just wanted to talk without risking getting hit."

"Talk... Not talk... Kill... android... kill... human..."

"Why?"

"Must... kill..."

The machine tries to break free of the rock trap, wiggling and vibrating as much as it can.

"Why must you kill?"

The rock trap isn't, exactly, rock anymore - it firms up when wiggled against, flows in like mud and sticks to everything when not pushed firmly on. 

"Enemy... enemy... enemy..."

"Why are androids and humans your enemy?"

"Must... kill..."

"I don't think it's making sense solely by accident," she calls back to A2, "But I'm not sure how to evaluate its cognition when it's obsessed like this... Some kind of blocking, maybe..."

"Can I kill it yet?"