It was an odd feeling having his own excitement amped by someone else's. But the Violinist kind of liked it. "Gotta direct it with my instrument usually, gives me a way to focus it. We can try other ways too."

Hamel dusted his hands off and spun in a swirl of cloak. "Fuck yeah, let's kill these bastards." He exclaimed, sending his hand out in a sweeping or raking motion like he was trying to drag through the sand and find himself another unlucky sand bug. "Come to Papa~!"