Metabee could deal with a lot of things. Getting sand blasted with metal shrapnel, being taken over by a crazy AI. But he was not about to sit here and let this guy called him afraid. That, Metabee, could not tolerate. Any concern he might have had switched directly to rage.

"Metabee doesn't get scared! Get that through your thick iron skull!" He started struggling, trying to pull free of his grip. He twisted, managing to get into a position where he could reach Gajeel and threw a punch with his free arm.