As lightning arcs across his leg, Primal Ram chuckles, unflinching. "Why are you trying this again? You know it hasn't worked before." Then, in a blur of white and grey, the wrecked cruiser slams into an unsuspecting Primal Ram, who is sent flying off of you. He and the cruiser land a few feet away, rolling and tumbling further into the surrounding ferns. You better run before Ram gets himself out of it.