"Thank you!" A call out for the assistance, and with the cold coming down enough he feels it in his marrow, he twists himself to try and... land on the mirror? Or closer, at least.

Then shift, sliding around to throw a fire talisman at the ribbons inevitably following, to see if their increased energy in cold could be offset any by heat. The borrowed gun he first aims back to help injure some of the combined ribbons now going after Faux, just enough to interrupt that rhythm and give the Trainling that moments further advantage.

Then he's using talismans in combination with tight lipped, keen eyes shots of the gun, picking targeted clusters of ribbons trying to score deep into the mirror's metal at the base. Free movement, to continue to match the ailing god.

Oh, but he knows about purification, and it must. Go. Through.

Just as he might aim to keep ribbons from wrapping him, but doesn't attempt to avoid all their, er, burning touches. Calculated sacrifices for greater advantage and all, as he likewise seeks to cover the people he can see fighting nearby, sending shots or talismans flying to buy time and opportunity in this aching cold.

"Keep the mirror from being locked down!"