Ok, so. Fighting was not something he particularly enjoyed, and he often made comments about how much he sucked at it. This, however, was a total lie. Well, the not being able to fight well- he didn't enjoy fighting as much as, you know, music or something.
To most people's confusion, he'd brought along his lute. He'd been a little uncertain about it, but he didn't exactly have proficiency with any other weapon. If you wanted to call it a weapon, anyway, which he did.
So there was he, standing and waiting and looking rather uncomfortable... and then the demons came. He was very good at altering his expressions- he watched for a moment, spent two seconds smirking, and then joined in the fight with a swing of his lute.
He swung that lute and the demon in question went down like a rock. Dier was almost tempted to laugh, if - there, another one, and Dier shot the arrow. It missed the demon by inches, and he swung up onto the wall, drawing a sword, charging straight at him.
Dier stepped to the side, getting inside the demon's swing, and he spun - one hit, another, and he drew his knife, plunging it hard into the demon's chest.
Demyx could fend them off decently with a lute, but he did miss his water powers. They were still pretty limited here. He watched Dier fighting off a whole bunch (honestly, this method of flooding the enemy with tons of people to fight was kind of like what he did, no water pun intended) but it was impossible to see the one coming up behind him. So Demyx kindly took care of that one with a good thump from his lute, getting very impatient with just physical force and shooting water at one of the other oncoming demons.
The fire was constant, a buzzing, crackling presence at the back of her mind. Strange, how it drew energy and gave it at the same time. She'd never had so much power - it was unheard of for so many fire mages to work together.
Turned out it wasn't so hard.
Karen hopped over the wall, sword at the ready. And okay, she was shaking a little - nervous, because this was her first battle, but --
Hey.
Hey.
That was a water mage! And he wasn't an Elf! How dare he!
Karen held her hand out, palm first, and summoned a burst of fire, dashing all his water into steam. Like hell she'd let him take out her fellows.
Demyx looked at the steam that replaced his water, and then looked back at where the fire had come from. Great, a fire... person. Magician. Thing. Point was there was fire and then didn't make him happy. And he showed it by... pouting.
"That wasn't very nice," he said, blasting a stream back at her.
"You're not even an Elf!" cried the young demon, and the inferno she blasted at him scattered his water to the wind. He was a weak water mage - barely even worth the effort. How long had he been training?
No, no use in thinking about that.
She cupped a fireball in her hand.
"Surrender," she said, "or I'll burn that thing to ash," with a nod at the lute.
Demyx was frowning at her. He had hoped that would be the end of it, but that would just be too lucky. "I don't think I like you very much," he said simply, shielding his lute from her if she tried to burn it and attempting to blast water at her when she wasn't ready.
Oh, this was familiar. Dodging keyblade/sword time was a go. Stupid sharp weapons that hurt a lot. He managed to avoid being stabbed, but he still got cut and raised his lute to hit her. If it made contact, he'd try water again- just down her throat so she wouldn't be able to breath. He wasn't even sure he could do that yet, though, so this was kind of a long shot.
Dier had just finished killing his third - a middle-aged demon, or maybe a human, when he turned -
And the breath caught in his chest.
He stared down, disbelieving, at the sword that pierced right through him. Fell to his knees, the world darkening, and fell, his heartbeat already gone.
Dead.
The demon who killed him turned to Demyx, his eyes cold. He raised a hand, fire gathering at his fingertips.
Demyx looked at Dier's fallen body- he didn't know the guy that well, but still- before he gave the new demon the most disapproving look he could muster.
He didn't look all that intimidating, really.
Water didn't work so well against these people unless as a distraction, but he didn't want his lute to get burned so... this could be a problem. He shot water at the demon, and then conjured up water clones similar to the ones that he normally could- they were just a lot smaller and would only be able to trip people. He hoped they would do THAT much.
To most people's confusion, he'd brought along his lute. He'd been a little uncertain about it, but he didn't exactly have proficiency with any other weapon. If you wanted to call it a weapon, anyway, which he did.
So there was he, standing and waiting and looking rather uncomfortable... and then the demons came. He was very good at altering his expressions- he watched for a moment, spent two seconds smirking, and then joined in the fight with a swing of his lute.
And damn, he could hit hard with that thing.
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He swung that lute and the demon in question went down like a rock. Dier was almost tempted to laugh, if - there, another one, and Dier shot the arrow. It missed the demon by inches, and he swung up onto the wall, drawing a sword, charging straight at him.
Dier stepped to the side, getting inside the demon's swing, and he spun - one hit, another, and he drew his knife, plunging it hard into the demon's chest.
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Turned out it wasn't so hard.
Karen hopped over the wall, sword at the ready. And okay, she was shaking a little - nervous, because this was her first battle, but --
Hey.
Hey.
That was a water mage! And he wasn't an Elf! How dare he!
Karen held her hand out, palm first, and summoned a burst of fire, dashing all his water into steam. Like hell she'd let him take out her fellows.
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"That wasn't very nice," he said, blasting a stream back at her.
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No, no use in thinking about that.
She cupped a fireball in her hand.
"Surrender," she said, "or I'll burn that thing to ash," with a nod at the lute.
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She just threatened his lute.
Threats to him, he would take and usually back down to because he was a coward like that. And sure, this wasn't his beloved sitar. But still.
She threatened his lute. Now it was personal.
"Don't even think about it," he said, shooting water again and teleporting behind her to hopefully hit her with his lute.
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Wait.
He was gone.
And then stars exploded in her vision, and she fell forward, on her knees, dropping her sword. Scrambled for it, twisting around to face him.
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Well, fine then.
She charged at him, sword upraised.
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But he filled her mouth with water. Just in case.
He wandered away from her and resumed his bashing of demons with his lute.
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And the breath caught in his chest.
He stared down, disbelieving, at the sword that pierced right through him. Fell to his knees, the world darkening, and fell, his heartbeat already gone.
Dead.
The demon who killed him turned to Demyx, his eyes cold. He raised a hand, fire gathering at his fingertips.
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Demyx looked at Dier's fallen body- he didn't know the guy that well, but still- before he gave the new demon the most disapproving look he could muster.
He didn't look all that intimidating, really.
Water didn't work so well against these people unless as a distraction, but he didn't want his lute to get burned so... this could be a problem. He shot water at the demon, and then conjured up water clones similar to the ones that he normally could- they were just a lot smaller and would only be able to trip people. He hoped they would do THAT much.
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He didn't waste time with talking.
His fire tore straight through all of the water that Demyx managed to summon. Dropped his sword and stepped in, grabbing at Demyx's lute.
He wanted to kill this one, for killing Karen.
But orders were orders.
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