The dark, still, and quiet of the city was unsettled by the sharp clangs on metal on metal and the distant shouts of voices.

In the middle of the city, under the watch of the looming Memory Skyscraper and the silently wicked sneers of the Heartless, Rixon, Navix, and Xavaran were battling it out in an intense yet enjoyable three-way fight. The redhead lunged for Number III, who jumped back, taking a swipe at the half-dragon, who shot at the Superior in turn.

"Give it up already!" Navix said cockily, slamming his two swords into the ground to send various massive shockwaves at the men. "You can't win this!"

Rixon jumped up high, to avoid the blows. "We'll see about that!" He summoned a large wave of demonic energy, sending it full force at the boy. The energy and shockwaves canceled out, leaving an earth-shaking blast behind. Both were knocked off balance and onto the ground.

Xavaran, who had been out of harms way, shook his head with mock sympathy. "Cockiness." He remarked warningly, before summoning a mass of blood weapons to rain down upon the two fallen fighters. They scrambled to their feet and dodged each one, but barely.

"C'mon! C'mon!" The brunette taunted, summoning huge fireballs and hurling them at his opponents. Xavaran, caught off guard, was hit, but Rixon jumped out of the way and slashed Navix's back with his sword. The boy cried out in pain, but then turned around to punch him. Rixon caught his hand with ease. The man grinned evilly.

"As you might say, Navix, 'game over'." He raised his sword, preparing to bring it crashing down.

When all of the sudden, there was a prick of pain at each of their necks. Diverting their eyes downwards, they could see two blood spears, pressed dangerously close to each of their necks.

The Shaiken walked up to them, calmly. "I believe I win."

Groaning in annoyance, Rixon lowered his sword and released Navix's fist. He had been so close, too…

"Nice fighting there, guys." Number III complimented, smiling. He looked over at his Superior. "However…I would NOT say 'game over'…"

Shrugging, the man replied, "Well it sounded like something you would say."

"Does not."

"How should I know?"

"Knowing you, Navix," Xavaran intercepted, "it does seem like you might say something along those lines."

"See?" Rixon said, crossing his arms.

"No way!" the boy said, defensively.

"You're like, a videogame junkie, Navix. You've probably already said it before."

"That's incredibly cheesy."

"A lot of things you've said before ARE cheesy." Rixon retorted.

"Are not."

"You quote quite a bit from games." Xavaran added in.

Rixon nodded. "And when you do say them, the moments are really cheesy."

"That is SO not true!" Navix said, annoyed.

"It is." The two men said in unplanned unison.

Soon, an argument between the three broke out, filling the once calm air with fighting once again. Before with weapons, and now with words.

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This drabble was a request from GeassSamurai. The criteria:

I'd like you to write a drabble where Rixon, Xavaran, and Navix are fighting together and exchange some witty banter while they're fighting. Subjects can be as random, stupid, and/or hilarious as you'd like, but remember--They're fighting.

Rixon belongs to Cyxrus, Navix to GS, and Xavaran to Wyrmhero. I don't believe I've used him in a drabble before, though. So now you know him. :3