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.