Metabee's arm jerked back as Gajeel's sword blade scraped along the metal with a flurry of sparks, shots going wide. He stopped firing, leaning back up out of reach. This whole sword arm thing was getting really old.

He scrambled back from the window, waiting for when Gajeel inevitably climbed up (this guy sure was persistent). He kept one arm up aimed at the window, prepared to launch another pair of missiles if it came down to it. No way was he going to let this guy beat him, not on his first solo mission!