Frenzy's hands close on the zombie's upper arm.  As he buzzes, droplets of dark icor and flesh start flying.  The drone swings to knock him away, but it's arm passes through Frenzy's midsection.  Then little flecks of metal and bone as his grip tightens.  With a thud, the arm falls away from the ragged stump.<br/><br/>Frenzy doesn't give the drone time to react, he pulls his right hand back and draws his fingers tightly into a spearhand.  Then he thrusts forward.  His buzzing hand liquifies the flesh as it touches, so it's like pushing his hand through oatmeal until his hand explodes out the drone's back with a spray of gore.<br/><br/>Wrenching free and springing back in case the damned thing is packed with explosives or something, he phases out to let the blood fall off his hands and face at least.<br/><br/>Then he grabs the severed arm and heads back towards what's left of their shed since Whiplash and Humour have things under control.<br/><br/>Stepping through the wall, he tosses the arm to Jesse.  "Special Delivery for ya kiddo."<br/><br/>"First wave is down.  What's the play?"