Reluctantly, Demyx skidded to a stop. Why, he couldn't be exactly sure... Maybe it was the commanding tone in her voice; he'd been trained to pay attention to orders, after all. But when he turned to face her, he recognized her: that kid from the Xtransceiver...

"Attack?" he repeated slowly, shrugging. "Heh, sorry, I'm not really cut out for combat!" He had heard a little bit about battling during his recon of Nimbasa, but the idea of it didn't sit well with him. Sounded like it'd involve too much work, even if he wasn't the one fighting. He was more of a follower, not a leader.

Suddenly, he became aware of the Golett again, and began to back away, holding Gigs out in front of him like a shield. "'Sides, how's Gigs gonna even deal with these things? All she can do is blow bubbles at 'em!"

Gigs protested with a low chirrup, and he cringed. "Sorry, dude, but it's true!"

Gigs gave another cry-- er, more like a surprisingly loud bellow-- and attacked without commands: another Bubble attack, aimed for the approaching Golett. Demyx yelped, but continued to hold onto her.

Fighting off mini-robots with a handheld bubble gun, Demyx mused silently to himself. What in the worlds have I gotten myself into?