Now that he was behind the crate, Riku checked his hand first and smiled at the red number shining at him. His aim hadn't been too bad after all. That being said, he had felt a familiar touch to his heel as he'd landed. Riku pulled a small wire-wrapped mirror from his waist to check his head. Sora had hit him, too.

Never had he been so glad for craft supplies.

There wasn't much time. Quickly Riku wrapped part of the wire around the end of his gun, then grabbed the end of one of the banners half-hanging out, pulling it free from the crate and next to him on the floor. He poked the end of his gun around the corner. With the mirror he could both aim and shoot around objects. Riku looked around with it... And fired!