Unsurprising, given his element--after all, Demyx moved his creations with sound. How much more could he do with--or to?--Kouxyxe, given his affinity? The entire battle would play out to the sound of the beat he was laying out, from Kousyxe's slashes and stabs to the way the clones ran.

They weren't striking back just yet, but it still wasn't going to be that easy; Demyx was adopting a dance beat for a reason, after all. The clones were fast, and tricky, prone to weaving in confusing and unpredictable patterns. Still, Kousyxe was a fast guy himself, and those knives were no ordinary knives.

If they had been, this probably would have been a doomed strategy right from the start--the clones were nothing but water, after all, and he probably would've just fallen right through them, flailing and splashing. But those weapons were special, magical enough to strike solid and true. There was a violent splash, a spray of water hitting Kousyxe's face--probably not such a bad thing, in the heat of the desert sun--as one slash arced straight through the clone's chest, and it promptly collapsed.....

.....into a shimmering watery music note, a target that was far smaller, and far more of a headache to catch than the clones were, zipping erratically through the air like some kind of bizarre hummingbird. Just stabbing them might not cut it, unless Kousyxe wanted to try and run himself ragged and hope he got lucky.