With the attack failing, Sammy opens the cockpit, jumps out, and sends the remains of the Bawoo back off to the repair area.
"C'mon, let's settle this like men!"
Sammy throws his fists up, ready to fight. he's limping, with his right leg being cut, and both legs being bruised like hell.
A faint smirk passed on Sammy's face, as he awaited to face his rival.
A few minutes pass. The hell am I doing, he thought. What do i expect him to do, sit down and have some beers?
Samy noticed that he replaced his grenade canisters on his normal suit with some beers. surprisingly, they weren't punctured. Sammy looks up to the crippled GM. He unclips them, and holds one up in the direction of the GM's cockpit. Sammy smiles, while easing himself down.
"So. Want a beer?" Sammy starts to chuckle to himself.