Primal Ram glares at the incoming cruiser before slamming his fists into the ground beneath him. Plates on his forearms slide back to reveal energy projectors which project a curved wall of blue hardlight in front of him. The cruiser rams itself into the energy shield at 90 miles per hour, and its body caves into itself upon impact. The windshield shatters, the bumper flies off; wheels are tossed and roll away into the surrounding ferns, the doors creasing inwards with a metallic shriek. It then settles, a smoking metal husk of what was once a perfectly well-conditioned vehicle. Primal Ram drops the shield, his plates sliding back over his forearms, and then stands upright. He sweeps his gaze over to Zhackie, his eyes a piercing red. "Unexpected, but easy to destroy." the droid mumbles to himself as he strides toward his attacker.