But Sheaf-Tall, spurred by elder’s spirit-speech,
Hellebore Hulk, her massy, soaring steed,
to slamming onrush drove, in fray-keen mood.
Her armour heavy loomed to Kin-Bright’s side.

A minor pleasure of writing giant robot poetry: deciding loom can be a verb of motion once, as a treat.

(On the name 'Hellebore Hulk', see this past post.)