One of the drones tracks around to engage Frenzy, its energy blasts always just that little bit behind him. As he closes it swings a clumsy arm, one he barely has to avoid before his hands strike. A puff of acrid smoke erupts from somewhere in its chest, and it staggers back, attempting to bring its blaster arm up again.<br/><br/>The remaining two, one now half eaten by the scarabs continue to close on the others shelter, shots smacking through the walls as often as into them. Through luck, none come close to any of those within.