Sam tried to react, but it was too late.  His ears, his entire cocpick, rang with the shudder of hardened armor against hardened armor.  The force of the kick was, indeed, enough to send his suit flailing back, staggering and stumbling.<br/><br/>It crashed to a stop several meters behind his original position, and by reflex, Sam brought up the claw shield, managing to block the bulk of the incoming rounds from the Zaku.  Still, several found their marks,and Sam's cockpit rang with secondary alarms.  A quick scan, and he saw that his suit's systems were still functional, though, and he was far from out of the fight.<br/><br/>Unit Three scrambled to get a descent footing, and it managed to get to a knee.  Sam brought it's head up, and it's eyes flashed green, signifying that Sam had locked teh Zaku firmly in his targeting computer.<br/><br/>"All right, Cyclops!  You wanna play?"  Sam said, triggering his jump-thrusters  "Then, LET'S PLAY!"<br/><br/>Unit three lept from the desert floor, and into the air.  On the upward swing of it's jump, Sam brought his hundred-mike around, and began peppering the Zeke with a torrent of rounds.  At the apex of the jump, he managed to shift the suit's orientation, and brought it's right leg out, straight.  That,along with the downwards travel of the jump's terminus, had the foot of Unit Three's right leg headed straight for the chest of the attacking Zeon suit.<br/><br/>"Eat this!"  Sam roared, as he saw his machine's limp closing on the enemy.