Perception {Dreamnotfound}

33 | Predictably Problematic | 33

-George's POV-

"How do you expect me to fight someone invisible?!"

I watch as Clay swings at Nick's stomach, stopping his blow just before contact. It's pretty amusing to watch, as they're not using swords incase Nick stabs Clay on accident. Just because he's invincible for now doesn't mean that he can't be injured, so they're using sticks in place of actual weapons.

For now.

But what if it isn't just 'for now'? What if it's forever, and I fail? What if I don't manage to kill Darryl, or Techno gets to me first? It's likely, and has almost happened before.

Twice.

At the rate he's going, he's probably preparing another attack right this second. Plotting my inevitable demise, which I'm trying to believe isn't inevitable. It's a hard task.

I redirect my attention to the fight that I'm supposed to be taking notes on. Clay thought it a better idea for me to watch him fight someone more experienced. Nick complained that Clay would make him look bad because of his advantage, and Clay retorted that he makes him look bad even when visible.

And that's how it started. They've been at it for five minutes without a break, and I'm debating whether it's for my benefit or because they simply want to beat the shit out of the other.

Knowing them, it's probably both.

"Oh stop whining Sappitus Nappitus" Clay smirks, and a pang of guilt rings through me as I remember Nick can't hear him. "Clay says to stop whining" I repeat so Nick can hear, and I don't know why I bother. It only makes it worse, but the guilt got to me.

"Add the nickname" Clay whines, ducking an attack that surprisingly wasn't too far off target. "You're supposed to be my translator, so translate accurately."

"I'm not sure 'translator' is the right word" I mutter, deciding to obey his wish any way. I force the poshest voice I can as I correct my words. "Sorry Nick, my mistake. Allow me to correct myself."

Nick looks away for a little too long, surprising Clay, who swings his stick into the side of Nick's face. Which immediately causes another fight, and I sigh as I watch it unfold.

"Your definition of 'non-contact' seems to be a little off, Clay block." An argument between these two is amusing to say the least, as to Nick, he's arguing with nothing.

Despite being unable to hear Clay's retorts, he's able to predict what he says pretty well and respond accurately alone or every time. It shocks Clay himself, who seems a little annoyed he's too predictable with his words.

"It's easy to guess how you'd respond" Nick laughs, jabbing towards Clay with his stick. "I've known you so long. Plus you're predictable."

"Predictability is good for others, and not for yourself" I say, earning the attention of the other two, who've thankfully stopped squabbling.

Thinking back to watching Nick fight, he did a lot better than I thought he would. When Clay suggested Nick fought him, I laughed I thought it so ridiculous. I was convinced he was joking, and that Nick wouldn't land a hit anywhere near him.

Yet Nick did pretty well, and his aim wasn't drastically far off with many swings. He would've hit Clay a few times, none exactly where he would've wanted to, but with enough accuracy they'd near the desired spot.

It's because Clay is predictable to Nick. Not only with words, but with actions. They've known each other so long that Nick can predict where Clay will strike, where he'll dodge to and how he deals with certain situations. Must be how they can communicate so well through actions alone.