The kind of torment that Demyx could dish out if he were so inclined wasn't very nice either, but whether or not one could call that murder was a matter of opinion.

He wasn't naturally inclined to do those things, and in fact, leaned on the lighter powers in his arsenal for the most part. Unless, you know, one had orders to do terrible things. At present, he had none.

So he was free to do as he liked and what he wanted to do was come up with wicked combos with Reno. He smirked and focused on the music, this time it's something closer to a tidal wave, the water reaching its crest and tumbling over to soak the nearby approaching helpmates.

Reno didn't need to worry too much, Demyx would keep the pair of them dry.