Frenzy had been momentarily distracted by, you know, being blind, but that didn't mean the rest of his senses ceased to exist. When the footfalls became much too loud, much too close, Frenzy instinctively turned in the direction of the descending Decepticon. Hands fists and teeth bared like a wild animal about ready to bite off your face.

"Hey! Back off, creepster!" Frenzy snapped. "I may not be able t'pump ya fulla lasers, but I can wreck yer scrap wit' one Pituva sonic blast if ya try takin' my boombox." It was a sweet boombox. Frenzy could not blame Tarn for wanting it.