[b]Napoli Fiordilatte (THIS WEEK ON SHARK WEEK: GRIMM STUDIES)[/b]

Contrary to what appeared to be the popular opinion, Napoli was not, in fact, sitting idle. Instead he was dealing with the critical nuisance that seemed to plague so many snipers, bodies of water. The simple fact of the matter was that large depths would indeed slow down his bullets. He would have a few feet, but it wasn't enough. 

This was a great opportunity to figure it out. 

So while everyone else was playing the role of the fool in their awkward sword stabs and competing ideas of teamwork, Napoli was conducting an experiment. By utilizing wind dust bullets, he was able to displace quite a bit more water than normal with each shot, but it still wasn't satisfactory yet. That's when he started adding more bullets, utilizing his semblance to make the minor adjustments necessary to keep the bullets directly in line with one another. The first few bullets created a path that the last few used to kill the target. 

[i][color=#FADA5E]Like a modern day Robin Hood splitting the arrow.[/color][/i]

Satisfied with his experimentations, Napoli aimed his rifle with a large grin spreading across his face. It didn't matter where the shark ran too now, he'd be able to shoot it down without ever entering the pool. [i][color=#FADA5E]No need to get cold feet after all,[/color][/i] Napoli mused as he fired off a stream of bullets at the shark. 

[i][color=#FADA5E]BOOM.

HEADSHOT.

This is too easy.[/color][/i]