Demyx wasn't entirely unprotected, he had what passed for armor in his world - a belt and a ribbon tied to his wrist, it just didn't seem to do that much for his skin.

"Phew! That was way too close!" Demyx chuckled. "Nah, not too bad." He rubbed his shoulder.

His sitar was still solid, so that was something too. Not that close but kinda scary, wasn't it? "Magic's a bit depleated, but shouldn't take long."