Gajeel held onto the edges of the window and leaned slightly out to look over the street below with a satisfied smirk. He couldn't tell from here how functional Metabee even was after that fall, but that was what he got for trying to throw Gajeel Redfox out a window.

He took a step back, gritting his teeth slightly as scales melted back into skin, leaving behind burns and cuts all up his arms. That had been way more of a problem than he had anticipated. Fuckin' robot, showing up and shooting missiles and lasers and crap at him. Granted, it wasn't like he had made anything remotely resembling an effort to avoid being attacked, but that wasn't going to stop him from griping about it.

He walked back toward the door of the room, frowning and clasping a hand over some of the worst burns on his forearm to check the damage (result: It hurt a lot. What a surprise). Metabee, huh. Better add that name to the list of people he hated. Next time, maybe he should take a bite out of him.