What- That didn't even give him much chance to be ready! Whatever. He was going to make sure he regretted starting the match with foul play. Shadow dove, pulling onto his noodle to ensure it sank at least slightly with him. He rushed to saddle the thing, lifting himself back onto the surface so he could properly aim.

He was built to handle all sorts of ranged weaponry - crossbows, throwing knives, guns - but pool noodles were likely not what Gerald had in mind while creating him. He whirled his body and the noodle around, making sure he'd pointed it well enough, and he fired.

It totally missed.

Great.