paixaorpg | Hero VS Overlord [Completed]

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Hero VS Overlord [Completed]

Characters: Laharl, Hamel and Flonne
Content: Hamel VS Laharl EPIC BATTORU!!!!
Setting: Ceu de Mouraria (The Opera House) [L8]
Time: Evening
Warnings: Laharl and Hamel. Nuff said?

It was an Overlord's duty to defeat heroes. It was a duty Laharl took quite seriously, in fact, having taken out hundreds already since becoming Overlord. It felt like a long time since he'd done anything terribly Overlord-like, however this seemed like the perfect opportunity to correct that. Laharl was actually excited. Even if this music obsessed bastard hero turned out to be just yet another pushover, he felt like he needed this. And if the bastard wasn't a weakling? All the better! Laharl wouldn't mind a bit of a challenge.

The demon fully intended to give Hamel the beating of his life, and still be able to catch up after Ivan to check out these monsters that were apparently attacking.

Yes, the prospect of battle had set him in a predominantly good mood, even if the trigger had been one of annoyance.

Laharl hadn't been lying. He really had dug a pair of earplugs out from his scarf. It was something he kept handy since you never knew when you could bump into someone who could spout enough love and optimistic babble to make him sick. It was an annoying weakness, but earplugs were an easy way to deal with it. Laharl fully intended to keep them handy.

Ah, here it was! He'd noticed the large building before, and while he cared little for opera, he'd thought it would be a good place for a battle. Ceu de Mouraria didn't let him down. Even Laharl was somewhat impressed of the glass domed ceiling that arched above the rows of seating and stage. This would be perfect.

Making sure the Love Freak was following, Laharl led them up a narrow staircase to one of the darkly lit box's that overlooked the stage from the side. It was the seating for the likes of Mayors and others of importance, but more importantly it allowed a perfect lookout without being spotted. He wanted to reveal himself on his terms, after all. A good evil laugh was Laharl's plan. What could possibly be better?

Settling down in a seat, he folded his arms and waited.

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Finding this opera house had been quite interesting, since Hamel had a pretty bad sense of direction and could not be bothered to stop and ask somebody. He finally found the place and stopped for a moment in the restroom outside to make sure he looked good. Cape pressed. Hat securely in place. Violin nice and polished.

At last he approached the grand doors to the concert hall and flung them open dramatically, stepping inside. "You here yet, Midget-chan-chan?" Hamel yelled across the theater. His echoed through the seats and the stage as he stared up at the chandelier, drawing his bow from where it hung at his belt. "Unless you were too much of a coward to face the music!" Oh. Hey. That was a good one. Hamel paused to commit it to memory.

There was a long moment of silence before it started. Quiet at first, but gradually growing louder.

"Hmhm... hmhm... Hmhmhmhm~! HAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HAA!"

The short Overlord stood on the seat, arms folded to his chest and his scarf billowing around him as he laughed. He'd been starting to think the idiot wasn't going to show up at all, but he'd come. What an idiot. "You fool! Ha, I can't believe you actually showed up. You either have guts or are incredibly stupid," Laharl heckled from above.

Narrowing his crimson eyes, Laharl studied his opponent. Nothing to write home about. His outfit was terrible. He clearly lacked any fashion sense, but most amusing was the huge instrument he carried. It looked like a violin... So, he hadn't been kidding about the music thing, huh? ...Unless he was planning to try bash the Overlord with it. That would be pretty hilarious to see if it were the case, now that Laharl thought of it.

Edited 2008-06-05 07:10 (UTC)

That laugh drove chills through Hamel's spine. Well, the kid was scrawny and clearly didn't eat enough vegetables, but he had a pair of lungs on him. He must have used a Chords of Steel workout or something to get that laugh down. He didn't look very imposing at all-- but Hamel had learned not to let a demon's appearing fool him. Orgel and that freak Guitar didn't look terribly imposing either, but they were deadly as they came. Even if Midget did look like a child, any mazoku with aspirations of lording over anything needed to be silenced.

"Ha! Guts indeed! I was worried my opponent might have let me down!" Hamel yelled upwards, pulling a chunk of rosin out of one of his bags and carefully running it up and down his bow. "You must be pretty high up-- otherwise you're even shorter than I thought."

The time for petty insults was later, though. Bow sufficiently prepped, Hamel chucked the rosin off to the side and held it straight up, pointing at his enemy. "You'll regret the day you ever got on the bad side of the legendary hero Hamel! I will play a requiem of hell fitting for a teeny weeny demon like you!"

Laharl just stared down at him, unimpressed. "Hmph, you talk too much..." he muttered, digging into his pockets to pull out his earplugs. Dramatically he shoved them into his pointy ears, the silent message clear.

Smirking, Laharl then reached into the folds of his scarf and, seemly by magic, he withdrew a large blade. It was almost as long as Laharl was tall, not to mention quite wide. The Cosmic Blade had to weigh a ton, but the Overlord wielded it like it weighed nothing.

"Take this!" Leaping from his spot off the box's balcony. Seeming to hang in mid-air a moment, he brought his sword up, power gathering around the blade, then swept it down. From the blade came a spinning disc of energy slamming down towards his enemy.

Earplugs. PUH. Hamel gritted his teeth at the sight of the things. Well any idiot would know to bring earplugs to a magic musician's fight. Too bad they wouldn't do him any good.

And then he launched right into an attack. Didn't this guy know how to do it right? He was supposed to exchange Hamel's speech with one of his own, complete with lots of overdramatic words. Jeez, for such an evil laugh, this guy got no points for panache. A spinning disc of energy! Ha! Such a predictable move! Hamel was absolutely unimpressed by this guy so far.

He leapt backwards and away from the energy disc, stepping up onto the railing that separated the orchestra pit from the seating area. "Is that all you got?! Your tactics are pathetic!" Hamel cackled. "You'll see how a real master of strategy works!" He clutched his fist around his bow, pointed it at Laharl--

-- then used it to grab a music stand from behind him in the orchestra pit. "MUSIC STAND MISSILE!" Hamel screamed, and chucked it at Laharl as hard as he could.

Laharl landed back on the balcony of the box, watching Hamel's movements. He had been expecting him to dodge, or rather Laharl hoped he would or this fight was going to be incredibly short lived. And Hamel did quite easily. Good. Maybe he was going to get some kinda fight out of thi--

What the hell?!

Earplugs had kept him from hearing Hamel's tirade, and suddenly he found he unexpectedly had a music stand coming at him.

BAM! It hit Laharl hard. He tried to keep his balance on the balcony, but it failed and he teetered then fell, landing with a spectacular crash amongst the first few rows of seats.

There was silence for a moment, then Laharl popped up from between the rows of seats, looking really no worse for wear, just incredibly annoyed. "WHAT THE HELL KIND OF ATTACK WAS THAT?!?!" he yelled exasperatedly. Of course, not that he'd hear Hamel's reply.

Hamel burst into uproarious and evil laughter as the music stand collided with his opponent. "THAT was an attack of epic brilliance! Few who have ever faced the overwhelmingly awesome strategies of the great hero Hamel have ever survived!" he cackled. "I am a tactical genius!"

That had been easy. Maybe he wouldn't even need to use his magic music against Laharl-- though it would be disappointing if he couldn't get the little bastard to admit he'd been wrong about its power and effectiveness in battle. Oh it would be fantastic to let that jackass eat his words.

"Is that all you got?" Hamel challenged, sweeping a tiny and insincere bow. "Or shall I commence the next phase of my brilliant strategy?"

The blue haired demon didn't have to be able to hear to know he was being mocked. It was clear from the expression on Hamel's face. Well, that was it. No more messing around.

Laharl's face stoned serious as he watched Hamel's mouth open and close as he continued to heckle the Overlord. Glaring coldly at Hamel, he started to release his power, it flaring around him dramatically before he gathered it to his hand. "Shut up, you bastard," he hissed, forming an orb of energy that he promptly released towards Hamel, where upon whatever it hit first, would explode.

Either he'd hit the bastard and wipe that grin off his face, or blow an impressive hole out the back of the theatre. Either way, it would hopefully deliver a message that Laharl was a very serious threat here.

Edited 2008-06-05 08:40 (UTC)

That was more like it. The battle was no fun if his opponent-- oh. Shit.

Hamel managed to dodge Laharl's second attack nearly as easily as the first one-- but it promptly slammed into a wall nearby the stage and exploded, sending Hamel flying off to the side and slamming face-first into a bunch of seats further down the theater. He collapsed into the aisle and winced at the stinging and the doubtless many bruises that had just caused. The air was full of the smell of crispy burnt wood. Glancing over his shoulder, he sighed with relief that it was not his violin that was fried... just a bunch of seats. Hamel noted that a nice part of the stage wall was missing.

As was his hat. Hamel scrambled to grab it and secure it back on his head, making sure it was on tightly before he showed himself again. He stood up and whirled around towards Laharl. Now he was across the theater and too far from the orchestra pit to utilize the second phase of his plan-- Music Stand Missile Z. It seemed it was time to get down and dirty.

Hamel reached back to pull his violin down and into the battling position. The massive instrument was balanced on his shoulder as he took his bow in the other hand, smirking at Laharl. He drew the bow across the strings and played a single note-- high, perfectly clear, and surprisingly loud. "Are we finished warming up?" he sneered. "Then it's time for my symphony."

Well, that sure got the point across. Laharl grabbed his sword and leap up on the chairs, blade resting over his shoulder for a moment. Catching Hamel's gaze from across the stage, Laharl smirked.

Finally, Hamel was serious too it seemed. Good! About damn time! Although Laharl didn't know what to expect as he saw him passing the bow across the strings. Not about to take any chances, Laharl held his sword up in a ready stance. What would be Hamel's move?

Hamel had chosen his song already-- something a little bit show-offy, but almost certainly effective. He played the first section, a moderato, a low and dramatic introduction that crescendoed louder and louder, filling the opera house with the perfect tones of the giant violin.

"This violin concerto in C minor-- Zigeunerweisen-- 'Gypsy Airs'!" Hamel announced dramatically. Since Oboe wasn't here, somebody had to deliver the speech. He didn't particularly care if Laharl could hear it or not. "The virtuoso Pablo de Sarasate wrote this piece as a tribute to the gypsy people-- like their traditional dances, it's a lively and spirited piece... this melody allows one to release their bonds, dancing in the air as easily as a feather!"

The introduction complete, Hamel launched into the fast-paced allegro molto vivaci and began the Marionette Version. "Now, my puppet will dance for you, Midget-chan-chan!"

Flonne had opted to come with Laharl - or rather, she'd refused to be left behind. He was going to go fight somebody, after all. She had to be there in case he got hurt!

...although, having watched the fight from the side of the balcony, she had to admit she didn't really think her help would be needed. Music stands didn't do a whole lot of damage, after all, and this Hamel person had yet to bring out the big guns. He did, however, bring out a big violin and start to play.

It didn't take long for Flonne to become caught up in the music. It was fast and fun and somehow it made her want to dance, which was strange in and of itself, as dancing, along with cooking and singing, were on the rather long list of Things Flonne Can't Do Without Breaking Somebody or Something.

But there was something in the music that was powerful, and Laharl had the only pair of earplugs. Flonne had no more hesitation as the music wiped her mind blank, leaving room only for notes and tune and the actions the music told her to take.

Blah blah blah. Laharl could tell Hamel was babbling about something, but he still couldn't hear it. He was vaguely curious, but not enough to risk pulling his earplugs out.

He did wish Hamel would get on with it already. The demon could see he was playing, but he couldn't see that it was accomplishing anything. This was his amazing music? It wasn't doing a damn thing! Laharl didn't like having his time wasted, and it was starting to look like that was the case.

Laharl could be fighting some monsters right now, not dealing with this moron. He was getting half tempted to just grab Flonne and leave. Hey, where was the Love Freak anyways? She'd been around here some where...

That somewhere turned out to be directly behind Laharl-- where Flonne was suspended in midair with a creepily blank look on her face before flinging herself bodily at Laharl in an attempt to deliver a crushing elbow-drop right on the little demon's head. She was back in the air almost impossibly quickly, gliding after Laharl in a flurry of punches and kicks in time to the music.

Safe on the far end of the theater, Hamel sawed away at his violin, watching the chase out of the corner of his eye. A wicked smile grew at the corner of his mouth. He only got to pull the switcheroo with the Marionette Version once with each opponent... but oh, for five minutes or so, it was the funniest thing in the world.

At the sense of someone behind him, the demon spun around just in time to easily catching her elbow in his palm as he stared at her surprised. "F-Flonne?" He didn't get a good look at her before she suddenly rebounded from him, and came at him again.

Laharl continued to dodge her attacks easily, but looked absolutely shocked. "Flonne?! W-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" he yelled at her, as he dodged yet another blow.

What the hell was going on? Why was Flonne attacking him?!

Between dodges, Laharl glanced vaguely to Hamel, who seemed to be still playing. What had he done? He must have done something!

Flonne continued her assault, still vaguely in time with the music-- though a beatdown to the Gypsy Airs wasn't very easy to pull off.

"Sounds to me like you're changing your tune, Midget-chan," Hamel smirked as he continued to play-- then his face sank. "Oh Christ, that was awful!!" he complained, mostly to himself. "I need to remember not to use any music-related puns... it's just too much with the big violin and the music attacks... ugh."

The bow zipped up and down the strings and Hamel's hand flew across the neck for every note. "Witness my certain kill technique, the Marionette Version!" he boasted. "The music has resonated with her inner emotions and increased her power over one-hundredfold... and given me control over her! She's a pretty little puppet, isn't she? With this, my great concerto..." Hamel paused for dramatic effect, glaring at Laharl from beneath the brim of his hat. "All demons will be eliminated from this world... by the vow of the great hero Hamel!"

As though to rub it in, Flonne floated to the stage area and snagged a music stand to fight with.

Did that moron ever shut up? He was clearly gloating once more, from the glances Laharl managed to make at him as he continued to duck and dodge out of Flonne's attacks.

"Flonne! Damnit snap out of it, Love Freak!"

Hamel had to be controlling her! Flonne wouldn't do this, hell she wasn't this strong. So how--music. The music had to be doing it! So that meant there was something to it. Laharl had only popped in ear plugs to piss Hamel off, but it seemed it had been a damn good idea. Flonne, however, had none.

Damn this bastard! Using his vassal against him like this! Hm... well if it was the music that was affecting her...

As Flonne grabbed a music stand, Laharl began to quickly ponder his options to end this.

Playing the violin looked almost effortlessly now, as Hamel concentrated on controlling his marionette. She soared high in the air and her body began to glow with a mysterious light as she spun the music stand around over her head. "I hope you're ready," Hamel muttered to himself. "For it's time for my real certain kill technique..."

"SUPER ULTRA MUSIC STAND MISSILE Z!" he and Flonne screamed simultaneously-- and with that, she shucked a suddenly fiery music stand straight at Laharl with an arm that would make a quarterback jealous.

Laharl held his ground as the attack flew at him, slamming before him, flames bursting up.

As the flames lowered, there was no sign of the Overlord. Laharl had leapt upwards as the flames had shot up, hoping to avoid detection long enough to gain a few precious seconds. A few seconds for Hamel to lose track of him. A few seconds to drop down behind Flonne.

Moving quickly the moment he was behind her, he shot his arms out for her. Not to grab her but simply to clamp his hands over her ears. Laharl needed to disable his puppet, and if his hunch was right, this ought to do it... he hoped.

Hamel raised an eyebrow at Laharl's... battle method. Well, this certainly wasn't what he had in mind when he signed up for a fight. What a wuss! What kind of moron went around holding people's ears when there were so many perfectly good furniture fixtures lying around for him to use?

"OI!" he screamed at Laharl. "STOP THAT." With a few improvised notes, Flonne lifted up into the air and started bucking around like a tiny pink bronco, trying to shake him off of her. It would take a moment of her unable to listen before the spell would wear off. And if it did... there was always more music stands.

Well, he hadn't expected this. He hadn't taken hold of Flonne that hard, and quickly fell back to the ground, bucked off by the shaking. Damnit, so much for that plan.

Geez, this was pathetic. Him just standing over there. This wasn't any way to fight! How strong was he if he had to use someone else to fight for him?

He'd just have to dodge Flonne, he figured, and land a hit on the bastard over there. He'd have to watch out though, as he didn't want to by any chance hit Flonne. Laharl had no doubts that the moron wouldn't think twice about using her as a shield. He also had to make sure he could keep her out of the attack he planned to do. Laharl glanced at her. He'd have to keep careful tabs on where she was.

Quickly getting to his feet, he left behind his sword that he'd dropped at some point, and took off as fast as he could towards Hamel. As he moved, magic wrapped around his fist. "Tch! You coward! Fight your own damn battle!" he shouted as he bore towards the violinist, content to hit him... or his violin. Even the ground before him would do for this attack. Blazing knuckle had a large radius, it's fiery inferno Laharl hoped would have a good chance of catching him.

Hamel had been ready to launch another attack now that his marionette was out of the tiny demon's clutches-- when suddenly a bright flare of light lit up from the corner of his vision. He turned quickly to see what looked like a sea of fire surging out of the little demon's fist-- what the hell?! He was a sorcerer too? Shit! This really wasn't going to-

A very quick mental assessment told Hamel he needed OUT of the way of the fireburst before anything happened to his violin. Sure, it was magical and could withstand plenty of force, but he didn't want to test it. He twisted off to the side and steadied his footing on the stage, leaving himself open for a second or two as he concentrated harder on the music than on his position.

Oh no! No way in hell was Hamel going to get away now! Laharl recognized Hamel was pulling back to get out of his attack, so rushed forward, plowing once more towards him. The Overlord wasn't about to let up.

Since his sword was left behind, it was time for a fist technique, Laharl decided. He was in front of Hamel in a blink, but his fist didn't come first... a good hard kick boosted the violinist up slightly into the air, as Laharl's fist then plowed into him, jetting them both of them even higher up into the air. By the time Hamel might've had some idea of what was happening, Laharl had already recovered as he hung mid-air a moment. A flash of bright light surrounded his fist as he slammed it into Hamel, sending him slamming hard right into the middle of the stage. It was a smaller than normal Rising Dragon, but with Laharl it was hardly any less powerful.

((ooc: Permission from GG to god mod here so anyone looking knows XD))

Edited 2008-07-05 06:02 (UTC)

ONE little second of hesitation. ONE little moment of unsteadiness-- and the little bastard demon was on him and Hamel's head was spinning with the force of an incredibly powerful attack.

It was all he could do to hold onto his violin as he went flying up into the air-- even harder when Laharl slammed him back down. As he hit the stage-- no, crashed right through it-- his hand slipped and his violin and bow went flying, skidding safely off to the side and not joining its master at the bottom of a hole in the stage, surrounded by wood planks, sawdust and... did he smell fire?

Hamel lay there for a minute in agony, staring up at the ceiling and mentally trying to judge if that was the hardest he'd ever been hit. It was a close call... demons all packed a pretty wicked punch. After a few seconds his vision stopped blurring and he knew-- that hit could have killed a mere human easily. Guess it was lucky Hamel wasn't a mere human.

The Overlord landed and wasted no time walking over to the smoking hole that now graced the stage. Standing over it, Laharl peeked down taking in the vision before him.

Well, that was a surprise. Was this guy really human? Laharl was doubting it now, since there was Hamel... alive. Conscious by the looks of things. The Overlord was almost impressed. Of course, the demon hadn't gone full out on Hamel, so who was to say how this had gone if he had. He didn't want to waste too much strength on an idiot like this guy.

He folded his arms, relaxing a little, but not completely letting his guard down just yet. "You're alive... heh. Are you done, or do you need me to hit you again? Harder?" He added a couple cracks from his knuckles just to hammer home the point.

Edited 2008-07-05 06:28 (UTC)

Hamel was on his feet by the time Laharl peered down to check on him. He was achy as hell and sure there was going to be a bruise the size of a watermelon on his back from where he'd hit the floor-- but that was nothing compared to the burn of defeat.

Sure, Hamel was ready for more-- but more meant getting more ruthless and he frankly didn't want to waste the effort on this little brat. Besides, if he ended up losing his temper... well, he'd only just gotten to this place. He didn't really fancy seeing it razed to the ground.

"Tch!" he glanced up at Laharl, tossed his head, and then set to work climbing out of the hole. It was rather undignified business and he didn't bother saying anything until he'd crawled out and gotten back to his feet. "You hit pretty decent. So hit me again if you want, Midget, I'll just laugh it off. But you're not worth any more of my effort. I think my point's been made." Keeping a careful eye on Laharl, he stepped over to his violin and began carefully checking it for damage.

Laugh it off, huh? He'd love to give him something to laugh about, but Laharl had already spent too much time here. He wanted to check out those monsters. Lazily he seemed to be examining the earplugs he'd pulled from his ears to hear Hamel's answer, not appearing to really care, however, what Hamel said.

"Hmph, whatever. You're stronger than I thought, I'll give you that, but think what you want, you're still a million years too early to ever defeat this Overlord," Laharl proclaimed, taking little heed of his words. Since, after all, it wasn't Laharl who was all bruised up and stuff. What a bastard.

Well, seemed that was that, so Laharl made his way over to Flonne. She must be normal now, right? "Oi? Flonne? Come on... we're leaving."

Edited 2008-07-05 09:04 (UTC)

Hamel sneered at Laharl as he boasted. Stronger than he thought? Hmph! He had no idea, did he... snotty little brat. He didn't need compliments from him.

Wordlessly, he kneeled next to his violin and recovered his bow from nearby, looking both over for damage. The strings were still warm-- the girl would be free from the magic music in another few seconds, no harm done... mostly. Hamel gave the violin a testing stroke of the bow across the strings, drawing a single note-- and with the last of the magic the girl punched Laharl straight in the nose.

Oops.

It was kind of like walking through a thick fog: Flonne wasn't quite sure what was going on, but she just rolled with it. The music made it so much easier.

It was when the music stopped that things got...confusing. Especially since Flonne came to right when her fist connected with Laharl's face.

There was a second of wide-eyed, disbelieving shock before Flonne's confusion boiled over. "Wh-what- Laharl-san! I'm sorry! What happened? Laharl-san!"

Getting punched to the face was certainly not what Laharl was expecting. It was a pretty good whack too, geez. He rubbed the side of his face briefly in slight disbelief, then jerked his head around to place a glare on Hamel. It hadn't really hurt, no bruise would grace the overlord's face, it was just annoying more than anything. "Tch, bastard."

It was grounds to give that moron another thwack, but Laharl'd wasted way too much time as it is. He wanted to check out those monsters.

"Forget it Love Freak, let's get the hell out of here," he muttered, ready to lead her out of this place. The poor opera house would need a vast amount of repairs before it could host another event.

"Watch for the muscle spasms," Hamel called over his shoulder with more than a little big of smug satisfaction. It was tough to tell whether the punch had been an accident or not.

He paused for a moment, watching Laharl's retreating form. "Oi. You're not a mazoku, are you, Midget-chan?"

"B-But- what..." Flonne trailed off as it became obvious her questions weren't going to be answered, at least not yet. If Laharl said it was time to go, then it was time to go. "Okay..."

But something Hamel had said poked at her curiousity. "Watch out for the wh-?" was all the further she'd gotten before she collapsed to the ground, crying out in pain. The muscle spasms in Hamel's warning had hit with full force, and saying "it hurt" would have been a massive understatement.

Laharl didn't pay much attention to Hamel's first comment, but did pause when Hamel yelled after him a second time. Mazoku? What the hell was that? "What the hell? No, I told you! I'm an Overlo--"

He wasn't able to finish his sentence, Flonne's sudden cries cutting him off. "Wha?" What the hell was she shrieking about? It was almost as bad as when... He quickly bolted over to her, dropping down beside her, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with her. "Flonne...? Flonne!" She wasn't bleeding or anything... what the hell?

Laharl's face suddenly shifted into a deep scowl, his eyes starting to grow dangerously yellow as he snapped his gaze towards Hamel. His anger somehow far deeper than even before.

"What the HELL did you do to her you, bastard?!"

Edited 2008-07-17 07:19 (UTC)

Hmmph. He really didn't know what a mazoku was. In which case he must not have been the same brand of demon that Hamel was... was used to, that is. If he didn't even know the name of the demon's leader, it had to be true. Perhaps that meant he wouldn't have to bother with these pint-sized losers after all. If they weren't mazoku of his variety, he wasn't interested. His violin appeared to be unharmed. Well, good. This battle hadn't been a total loss after all.

Hamel appeared mostly unconcerned at Flonne's screaming. "Oh. That. Little side effect from the Marionette Version," he explained somewhat disdainfully as he picked up his violin and strapped it to his back again. Given this sort of reaction, he thought he'd better leave out the rumored other half of it. "It's temporary and there's no long-term effects. She'll be fine in a few seconds."

Hamel had been right - it hadn't taken long for the spasms to pass, though Flonne was still on the floor whimpering for a solid minute after they'd subsided. She was still hurting, after all.

And then she snapped. She'd been made to hurt Laharl and there were people after Laharl already and a gigantic monster running around the city and she was in pain and she'd had enough. Slowly and shakily she rose to her feet, summoning her staff. This Hamel guy needed to leave Laharl alone, and she was going to make sure he knew it.

Normally she'd say something to help her gather her magic - words of faith or love, a request for strength, something - but today her casting was silent. Its result, however, was anything but. It didn't take long for a Giga Fire spell - a gigantic homing fireball - to appear and begin its incredibly rapid descent towards Hamel. This guy was toast.

Side effect his ass. Flonne might be a pain, but there was a difference between her whimpering over nothing and her whimpering over... well something. He was learning the difference lately, unfortunately. It wasn't something he enjoyed learning much.

Laharl stood up, hovering somewhat protectively over her as he waited for her to recover, however he hadn't expected when she got to her feet to actually summon her staff, much less cast a spell.

"...." Laharl gaped for a moment, surprised, but not unpleasantly so. That bastard had it coming, but he hadn't expected Flonne to be the one to give it to him.

It took a moment, but Laharl found his voice, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "Hmhmhm! Good job, Flonne!" he actually praised, as he watched the spell go off.

Edited 2008-07-27 06:53 (UTC)

Hamel froze in place hearing something screaming through the air behind him- and turned just in time to shield his face with his arms as he was caught up in an explosion of fire that nearly knocked him off his feet, back against the doorway of the opera house. His hat flew off to the side and landed in the aisle- Hamel's body went the other way and he landed in the seats.

A few seconds later, his arm darted out from the seats and grabbed at his hat, pulling it back to him. A moment later he stood up-- face smoky and his cape looking a little charred and tattered, but hat and violin luckily untouched.

"Butthurt," he said simply. "Butt. Hurt." Then he whirled on his heels and headed for the door.

Flonne watched the fireball hit, deriving a sort of vindictive satisfaction from knowing after all the damage Hamel had caused she'd knocked him flat. Laharl's compliment just made it that much better. "Thank you, Laharl-san!" she beamed.

The smile fell just a bit as she watched Hamel stand and head for the door. That hadn't done near as much damage as she'd hoped. After a few seconds of silent consideration, she turned to Laharl. "Do you think I should do another one?"

Laharl was very amused at the scene before him. Was Etna starting to rub off on her or something? Well, whatever, seeing Hamel standing there smoking was oh-so satisfying. The only one looking butthurt was him.

"Hmph, nah, save your magic," he replied to Flonne's question. Let the bastard go, Laharl was done with him. They'd wasted far more time here than they should have. "Let's get out of here."

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