"Waugh!" Frenzy instinctively flailed his legs, grabbing at the hand around his neck. He went to curse a billion promises of a slow, painful death before he let go. Whipped around to face Elita with a pissed off snarl.

"Dat's it, pinky!" Frenzy snapped, balling his fists. "You an' me! Lez go! I'll break yer pretty li'l frame down t'pieces wit' my sonic blast!" It didn't occur to him that Elita had that rocket launcher. PFFT LIKE HE WAS AFRAID. Nonetheless, he had kept his distance, rocking from one foot to the other. His EM field swirling as it powered up for aforementioned blast.

Except--

"Frag!" Vision winked back to static and he was forced to stop, once more beating at his head and visor until things returned to normal again.