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.