Perception {Dreamnotfound}

30 | Here For You | 30

This fight scene was pain to write so I hope it was worth it.
Also long chapter because yes.
Enjoy. Love ya <3 ~ Owl

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-Clay's POV-

As soon as I hear him, I go on the offensive. Turning around as quickly as I can, I swing blindly in the direction of his voice. My first hit is successful, landed with my dagger. Or rather, George's dagger. I hate using it for obvious reasons,  but it's the best thing I have for close combat.

I notice that much like Illumina, I can see the colour of the blood when I draw it. Nothing else is in colour, but the blood pouring from the cut I inflicted is its' normal colour. Bright red, probably blending in with the identically-coloured blood-red cape Techno is so famously known for.

"So they're here again..." he spits, swinging his sword in my direction and missing. Not by much, but by enough to give me some comfort. "Who are you? I know you're here."

George backs up, drawing his sword. "Where's yours?" George asks with an abnormally high amount of confidence. "Didn't you want to bring them?" Dave glares at George, then at the alleyway behind him. Probably assessing where George will try to run and how best to cut him off or kill him before he gets there.

"Well no, Technoblade doesn't need assistance." He turns away from me, instead readying to focus his attacks on George. "Doesn't matter that I'm outnumbered anyway. I only have to kill one of you for both to die."

He smirks, pulling out another blade. A shorter one for closer combat, compared to his huge, glistening sword, that glitters like diamonds. Knowing Dave's wealth and extravagance, it's probably made from them.

"Plus I probably count as two people anyway." He adds confidently. There's a glint in his eyes, lips curled into a sadistic smile. This is just a normal day for him. Fighting any challengers, but this time it's for the kill. I managed to catch him off guard before, we may not be so lucky this time.

With terrifying grace and efficiency, Dave leaps forward and swings at George. His hooked secondary blade catches in the fabric of George's shirt, slicing through the hem barely a centimetre away from his skin. It's enough to throw George of balance, causing him to back up while he recollects his thoughts.

I decide it's my turn to strike while Dave's back is turned. Leaping to the side, I swing my blade at his shoulder. I can't kill him as a Devotion. But if I can disarm him, he may back down. My blow lands, slicing through flesh just below his left shoulder blade. Wrong side, but enough damage is still done to at least worsen his aim with the secondary blade.

Dave is quick to readjust his position, turning on the spot and swinging in my direction. I manage to dodge fast enough that the blow isn't fatal, but my neck is still scraped in the process.

When I regain my footing, I notice that his aim is still immaculate despite the damage I did to his shoulder. It's then I remember that Devotion's can't do much damage, and my blow must've been no more than a scrape to him.

"George you need to disarm him!" I yell, jabbing my dagger at his stomach while trying to avoid the one aimed at my own. Despite the fact I'm invisible, Dave's aim isn't far off. As he fights me he must learn more about my build and height, as well as my strengths and weaknesses. He's learning pretty quickly, already almost landing fatal blows.