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.