“Damn it,” Gajeel curses roughly under his breath. “Stop fighting back!”

He’s currently in the midst of a battle with some lowlife villain who apparently is a lot tougher than they look. He’s covered in little scrapes and bruises that this runt somehow managed to lay down onto him. Sweat runs down his brow. A sign of effort on his part.

“You were supposed to be finished three damn spells ago!” Gajeel exclaims, his voice rough as he grunts in frustration. He’ll show this runt who’s boss.