Gajeel darted out of the way of the laserfire, just slightly faster than could be expected of a human, though a couple shots still managed to singe the edge of his coat. Yep, had to watch out for that gun alright.

With a clatter of metal on metal, silver-grey scales rippled across his skin, replacing every exposed inch within a few seconds. He dashed toward Metabee, making only a token effort to avoid any continued shots, assuming that his scales would just deflect them. Of course, he had no evidence of this, but he was confident enough in that assumption to mostly just head straight for his target, trying to get too close for the cannon to be a convenient option.