(A/N: Shortest fic ever. Features Skeed (Baten Kaitos) and Yazoo (Advent Children).)

There were maybe ten, maybe fifteen feet between them. Both stood with one foot forward, one arm extended – one finger curled around a trigger. Two sets of eyes glittered with malice, coldness; brown refused to break contact with green (or green refused to break contact with brown?).

One shifted his foot. There was a click.

Wind whistled.

Bang.

Two shots fired. Neither man fell.

Skeed chuckled. "You're a good shot." Drip.

Yazoo smirked. "You missed."