Hamel froze in place hearing something screaming through the air behind him- and turned just in time to shield his face with his arms as he was caught up in an explosion of fire that nearly knocked him off his feet, back against the doorway of the opera house. His hat flew off to the side and landed in the aisle- Hamel's body went the other way and he landed in the seats.

A few seconds later, his arm darted out from the seats and grabbed at his hat, pulling it back to him. A moment later he stood up-- face smoky and his cape looking a little charred and tattered, but hat and violin luckily untouched.

"Butthurt," he said simply. "Butt. Hurt." Then he whirled on his heels and headed for the door.