He growled with a brief flash of fangs, but it was still more mocking than angry. Those lasers were starting to get uncomfortable, and he knew that they would start hurting before too much longer, but he could deal for now.

Of course, he didn't have an answer to that, so he was just going to default to threats.

"Why do you care? You oughtta be a little more concerned with what's gonna happen to you." He dodged to the side, trying to get away from the lasers for a moment, before putting on another burst of speed. This time, he raised one arm, turning it to a metal blade and slashing at Metabee.