"I don't have any fighting moves here!" Demyx felt the need to point out to Roxas, but at Ira's comment that he better play his sitar, he pulls it over his head where it's strapped to his back and began tuning it briefly.

"I only know a couple of songs. I just...okay fine! I know!"

This melody was gentle and soothing, and he began to sing.

"In the spirit of the fight,
Our party needs more might.
Winning is not a matter of if, but when
Increase our skills by ten!"

Demyx was not naturally a poet, but if he was going to be a bard, he was going to have to play the part. He, Roxas and Ira should feel about ten percent stronger.