There was another impact, and another claxon-alarm inside Sam's cockpit, as the internal structure of his suit's hand unit became shattered.  In essence, it was like a person, who'd had all the bones in their hand and fingers broken, and Sam's damage display showed a new, glaring red light on the trusty wire-frame display.<br/><br/>He wasn't helpless, but he wasn't in prime fighting strength, either.  Of course, he could lunge for his hundred-mike, but he'd doubt this Zaku pilot would let him have enough time to slot another mag, let alone bring it to bear.<br/><br/>Sam sill had his chest-mounted grenade launcher, as well as the vulcan, neither of which were much use against a heavily armored suit like this Zeke's.  Sam was rapidly running out of options.<br/><br/>"Nice fight, Cyclops!"  Sam called out, over his unit's loudspeaker.  "What do we do now?  You kill me?  WE back off, and fight another day?"<br/><br/>Unit Three, it's arms held out to it's sides like a fighter, ctarted a slow, circling dance with the Zaku, each mobile suit moving to it's right, keeping the other in front of it.<br/><br/>"What do you say?"  Sam asked, opening his broad-band receiver.