With no sign of any activity from Metz, Shin carried on his merry way towards the gun. The surf had risen and washed over it and began to dislodge it from its position. Hurrying his pace slightly, he reached the gun in a matter of seconds. Letting go of the chain, Shin let it drop to the ground so that he could grab the gun. It struck the sand with a hefty thump, scattering sand as it struck. 

Hurriedly snatching it from the water, he tried his best to not get any of it on his hand. Failing, ultimately, but he shook the gun and his hand off quite easily. Gravity was actually pretty helpful here, as Shin noticed that shaking his hand and the gun downwards got most of the water off pretty quickly. He would say that fortune is favoring him today, but this fight was growing rather boring. Now that his opponent has turtled up inside of a barrier of stone, there really wasn't much to do now. 

This was eerily reminiscent of his frequent attempts at raiding LeeRoy's Island. A massive protective shield, devious plots and numerous weapons discarded. It was practically a mirror of the events just before the tournament began, which was starting to make Shin uncomfortable in a profound way. When you're immortal, the last thing that you want is monotony, boredom is the [b]real[/b] mind killer.