At the sound of Metabee shouting down at him, Gajeel's hands jerked against the ledge, threatening to crack the stone entirely. He hauled himself partway up, then there was a flash of metal as one sword shifted to a blade and was promptly embedded in the wall of the building a little further above him.

"You." The word came out as a snarl. Annoyed did not even begin to cover it on Gajeel's end. He yanked his arm back out of the wall, shifting it to a hand again and clutching the newly-formed crevice as his head jerked up, showing bared fangs and singed scales. "You are going to be fucking scrap metal when I am through with you, do you hear me?!"