In the absolute truth, Sam hadn't expected the improvised drop-kick to connect.  There was simply too much hang-time in the leap for it to have any chance.  This Zeke's suit could easily dodge it, and Sam's Unit Three came crashing into the sand, yet again, landing roughly on one knee.<br/><br/>Sam had heard the impacts of the Zaku's heavy MG fire impacting his unit's head-stock, and he saw some static coming from his displays.  There was definitely some impact-concussion damage, and if Sam didn't do something fast, He'd lose his rearward sensors!<br/><br/>Sam pivoted his Gundam's torso, bringing his hundred-mike to bear on the attaking Zeon, and fired.  BAM-BAM-BAM-...CLICK!  CLICK!!<br/><br/>"Shit!!"  Sam grolwed, as he saw the hundred-mike go dry.  There simply wasn't enough time to pop in a fresh magazine!<br/><br/>Sam dropped the big gun, and swing his torso around a hundred and eighty degrees, flailing his unit's left arm out, and sending his claw-shield off towards the Zeke.  He didn't waste any time, as he turned back around, popped the cover off the knee-cradle on his unit's leg, and grasped the offered beam-sabre.<br/><br/>An electronic buzz, a hiss of scorched air, and Sam's machine stood, turning to charge the custom Zaku.  Within a fraction of a second, Sam's machine was bearing down on the Zeke, it's arm raised with the glowing purple-pink energy weapon coming down.<br/><br/>"Gocha!"  Sam snarled, triumphantly.