The fire blast forced the Imperial Eagle back. The armor began to show signs of stress. Whatever that thing was made of, it wasn't going down easily, and if it came to it, Alek thought, it might break the dreadnought's armor. "How bad's the damage." Alek called into the intercom. "The armor is holding," One of the Joes in engineering said, "But that's not the problem. If we take too many shots like that the engine will overheat and take out the walker." Great, more reason to end this fight soon. He was giving too much ground. "All engines ahead forward." The Joes looked at him. "Ramming speed. Set course for the monster."