"Zim!" Roger shouted in his cockpit, where nobody else could hear him. With his communications more or less shut off for awhile now, he was in the dark about the situation except for around him. Ariin and Harold's struggle, Sigma's near kamikaze attack, Elora's last message, he didn't know any of it. Right now it would be just two giant robots fighting it out by a big ass lake mano y mano. Well it was probably a chick piloting it since every pilot on Team Irina seemed to be female so far.

"I can't allow myself to get close to that Framewerk, its stake is too dangerous for me to take head on. I should keep my distance and use my machinegun, is probably what that bastard is thinking my thought process is. Well sorry babe, Yeager and I aren't any good at going backwards anyway! C'mon Yeager, help me out. We can't let some punk outdo us." 

That Frame was fast, probably faster going forward than Yeager was going back, but the reverse was almost certainly just as true. And although its stake was dangerous, there was one range where it wouldn't be able to close the distance and use it. 

The second part of this idiotic plan Rooney had set his heart one relied on the comparative sizes of the two Framewerks. That Frame was tiny and light. His was nearly a heavyweight. It wouldn't be surprising if Yeager was many times heavier than its opponent. His machinegun probably would do too much good, but something else would.

Roger's hands squeezed white around the controls of the machine. His teeth creaked with the pressure his jaw was applying to them. It was now or never. If he fucked this up, he would be toast. And even if he didn't fuck it up, he still might die. Roger faced down his opponent, his heart doing its damned best to break out of his chest so it could escape before it could be part of this plan. With a mighty roar that nobody would hear, Roger turned his Overboosters up to maximum and used his and Yeager's body as a battering ram/humanoid missile on the enemy Framewerk.