Gajeel's breath pauses in his throat for a moment, then starts again as a low, quiet growl. This is a disaster. This was the last thing they needed, but here Sovereign is, and now they're gonna have to deal with that.

At the same time, of course, the anger welling up in Gajeel's mind is making it a little easier to accept the possibility of fighting him.

He doesn't actually set any spells in place, not yet, but his magic has started to gather and focus, roiling over his skin. "She's about covered it, there. You think you can get rid of us so easy, you're gonna be in for a surprise."

Nevermind that he's still definitely concerned about how this is gonna end up, but no way is he giving any hint of that to Sovereign.