Menoths Vanquisher

With earth lumber, steady footfalls the machine of war would lumber. Into the fray of battle the vessel of Menoth's holy machine of war would march. Pausing, to aim it's devastating cannon, there would be a quick hiss and fwoom! The flaming cannon round sailing to strike a location with a fiery inferno of devastating force. Sensing it's commands from it's controller, the machine would turn as the first line hit's into it. The brigands attempting to break the joints and soft places of the warjack. With venting irritation the machine would turn, swinging the massive spiked ball an chain as it would crush one annoyance then behind that one, crush the one in command. The chain giving it reach for where others could not. Bringing the might of menoth upon those unworthy of the faith...