Hey, hey, he was always careful with sound equipment! He understood how precious things like those could be. Kousyxe didn't have a thing to worry about there. For a moment, he left Arpeggio set where she was, taking a moment to fit the earplugs in snugly. That done, he grabbed the sitar again, giving it an expert twirl before striking a pose.

"Alright! For our first number, some good old-fashioned freestyle! Time to work out some kinks and see what you can do. Give me anything you've got, whatever magic you can manage to pull out, those knives, whatever. You're on offense first, so no time limit yet, and no need to hang back and cover yourself--just destroy the clones."

After all, pushing him to use magic before he's given any panels? That ought to force him to tap into his affinity early, just out of necessity. Demyx strummed his sitar, a deep rippling note, before starting to play. It was a strong, driving rhythm, upbeat and fast and crackling with energy--a dance beat, if there ever was one. Suddenly, the air was alive with shimmering iridescent bubbles, swirling around him and Kousyxe both.

They soon congregated into three swirling masses, popping and releasing a flood of water that definitely hadn't been there a minute ago. The water shaped itself into..... well, him. Hims? Three identical Demyxes appeared, easily distinguished by the fact that Demyx hadn't bothered to make them look realistic in the slightest; they looked more like water that had been poured into person-shaped glasses than actual people. They sprang into action immediately regardless, scattering into quick evasive maneuvers as the music played.

Now, how cool was that? How many people got to fight to soundtracks?