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."
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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."