He may not have been the strongest member, but Demyx when he got serious was no slouch.

He jumped into the frey, sitar in hand and positioned for optimal playing.

Demyx honestly didn't care one way or another if the guy died, they needed to stop him. He was more than a little pissed at the fact he was played with again, his mind toyed with. At what point was it going to break?

He would play to send a line of geysers in the man's direction.

"What the hell gives you the right to toy with people's lives?!" It was unlikely anyone had heard Demyx so angry before. He had had enough.