Giselle had to skid to a halt as the giant ass purple beast stood in her way.  She was about to attack when she saw that the Behemoth didn't try to strike her down the moment it saw her as the snakes had before hand.  She cocked her head to the side and wondered why it wasn't so eager to try to take her down, when she heard the mechanical cry off in the distance.  She didn't turn her brown eyes away for an instant, not about to break eye contact with the formidable beast before her in case it took her looking away as a sign of weakness.  Instead, she sheathed her blades and tried to tap into its mind with her ranger abilities, hoping to tame it so that she could ride it into battle.  If it worked and it submitted to her willingly, Giselle would mount up and send it onward the path she had been on, but if it chose to fight, she'd do her best to hold it off on her own or be forced to run.  Either way, she didn't plan to move on without at least trying to tame it or kill it.