Pyro was just darting out of the path of another falling titan, near the front lines and a few uncomfortable yards away from Scout, when something new caught her eye. She stopped short, panting, and tried to figure out what the squat, four-legged thing standing on the hill at the edge of the field was. It was about the size of a large pony, and plated like one of the armadillos she sometimes saw wandering around the New Mexico bases. It had no head but rather a cage of bars over where a head would go.

another bit from my staggering titan of a fanfiction