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?