Gajeel spun toward the sound of Metabee's voice, sneering for an instant before he caught sight of the missiles.
There wasn't enough time or space to dodge, and he didn't need to look behind him to remember what he was standing in front of. That fucking robot.
He jerked his arms up to shield his head, forcing scales into place faster than was entirely comfortable, but frankly it was a lot better than the alternative. For that matter, it was better than the actual impact even with his scales. The heat managed to scorch the metal plates, force slamming into him and hurling him right into - through - the windows.
He was just far enough away from the glass to start with that he managed to catch hold of the edge of the window as he went through, though his grip slipped at first - but he caught the next ledge below the window, and this time he dug in with his now-iron-plated fingertips, swinging his feet forward to brace his boots against the wall.
He hung there for a moment, head ducked down and hands trembling slightly - though closer inspection might reveal that it didn't seem to be out of exhaustion, judging by how his grip seemed to be tightening every second.
lmk if i somehow managed to erroneously assume something, action scenes are hard
There wasn't enough time or space to dodge, and he didn't need to look behind him to remember what he was standing in front of. That fucking robot.
He jerked his arms up to shield his head, forcing scales into place faster than was entirely comfortable, but frankly it was a lot better than the alternative. For that matter, it was better than the actual impact even with his scales. The heat managed to scorch the metal plates, force slamming into him and hurling him right into - through - the windows.
He was just far enough away from the glass to start with that he managed to catch hold of the edge of the window as he went through, though his grip slipped at first - but he caught the next ledge below the window, and this time he dug in with his now-iron-plated fingertips, swinging his feet forward to brace his boots against the wall.
He hung there for a moment, head ducked down and hands trembling slightly - though closer inspection might reveal that it didn't seem to be out of exhaustion, judging by how his grip seemed to be tightening every second.