Lol, NVM, I screwed up.
This is what I did:
First of all if you get too stressed out, go find the truck near the beginning and hide underneath it, best place to get your strength back (you have to be in a non-visible spot). The key is patience in this battle. Another user suggested shooting the frogs with a tranq dart because they don't seem to respawn this way. You will have to take advantage of your scope in this one. Have a powerful sniper rifle so that the fight goes faster. Shoot at the female body, not the big robotic part.
If you have to get close, the grenade launcher works pretty well, but sniping is your best bet.
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