Gajeel finished off the chunk of metal and made a noise that started out sounding like he might be choking, but turned out to be laughter. "Whaddya think? Looks like you've picked a fight with the wrong guy, 'bot."

While the robot was distracted, he shifted a foot back, cupping his hands around his mouth, and took a deep breath. Metabee wasn't the only one with ranged attacks, and Gajeel practically radiated smug superiority up until the instant he unleashed his own: A whirling vortex of wind and shrapnel, threatening to hurl around and slice up anything in its path.