A wailing animalistic noise echoed off the narrow walls of the street. It took Levy a second to realize the sound was coming from Droy. The bluenette quickly clamped her hands across his mouth, she would not let him be the reason why a someone else got hurt, called to this grisly scene by his screams. Levy knew the monster before her would not care if a bystander was injured.

With a shout of rage Droy threw a rapidly growing seed packet at Gajeel's feet, but the dragon slayer lazily flipped backwards landing in an almost feline crouch out of the range of the plant. "Gihi-" he began to taunt as pain and heat spread across the side of his face. "Why you little-" he roared clearing the remains of Levy's fireball.

When the smoke cleared, Levy was standing over Jet's unconscious body, crouched ready to protect her injured friend. Gajeel remembered the girl shaking with fear and anger at his disrespect before, but he looked at her now and her eyes held only resolution. He grinned, knocking the spirit out of the little mage would be fun.

" You Monster" Levy screamed. "Leave Jet alone! Can't you get it through your thick head he's hurt! He's no longer a threat to you!"

"That boy was never a threat to me and neither are the two of you" Gajeel sneered.

He paused focusing on his strategy for the two remaining members of Shadow Gear. The man with the fish hair made close range attacks almost impossible. He could summon countless plants to block Gajeel but, take away the man's seeds and suddenly he would become powerless. It would be easy to relieve the man of his weapon and then he could turn his attention to the blueberry. He focused harder on the two Shadow Gear members still standing, both were panting, desperately trying to get air into their lungs, they looked as if they had run a marathon. Gajeel, however, had yet to break a sweat from the work he had put into toying with them. This is too easy he thought. It would have been one thing if they had hit him but every one of their attacks had missed the intended target. The bluenette's fireball was the closest any of them had gotten and even then, the center of it missed him, allowing just the tips of the flames to lick his face.

"Is this all that Fairy Tail has to offer?" He scoffed. "And people think your guild could rank Higher than Phantom Lord? You pathetic little flies have yet to land one hit on me. Even as weak as you seem I expected a better fight than this! I'll do you a favor fairy scum. I'll stand still. Surely the great fairy tail guild can hit a stationary target. Come on! Take you're best shot!" Gajeel spread his arms wide in invitation.

Droy gathered a handful of seeds and lunged toward the seemingly unarmed Slayer. As soon as his feet left the the dirt packed road it began to churn. Already in the air and unable to stop his momentum, Droy's eyes grew wide in horror as rod after rod of iron broke through the crumbling ground. One such rod broke through directly underneath the plant mage, slamming into his stomach and ripping the seed packets from his body. Droy hit the ground and bounced. He landed awkwardly on his left leg and he heard something snap as his body skidded to a stop beside a nearby building. Droy gasped for air as he heard Levy scream and struggled to his feet. He fought against the iron rods, and his damaged leg, desperately trying to get to the small solid script mage. His vision was cloudy and he was only able to make out vague outlines. I must save Levy. He thought as he squeezed between two rods. Droy suddenly found himself face to face with Gajeel. His hands slid down his chest frantically searching for his belt instead his hands found only the cloth of his shirt.

"Looking for these?" Gajeel taunted holding up the tattered remains of Droy's seed belt. The seed mage swallowed audibly. "You really should take better care of something so integral to your magic." Gajeel was tired of playing. It was difficult to have the thrill of the hunt when his prey was so weak. With one blow Gajeel knocked out the plant mage. Droy's body flew a few feet away before sliding to a rest. Gajeel retracted his iron rods and stalked over to the unconscious man and tossed the shredded seed packets on his limp form. He turned, his eyes narrowing as he focused, over his shoulder, on the small bluenette at the other end of the street still guarding her fallen comrade. And then there was one. Gajeel thought. Time to end this.