Espio frowned, trying to push back his competetive side - he was useless with a gun, after all. However, he knew what he was good at. Bending down, he picked up a small stone, aimed, and threw it at the last target before Shadow hit it. "Suit yourself," he said, glancing aside and pretending that no, he didn't throw anything. He wasn't fooling the irritated stall-holder though.