With the winds and fog dissipated in blinding light, Jingyi grimaces and tucks his head away, before deciding he really should try using the borrowed gun again. Thankfully, turning into his own bright light again and managing to land in his sword, snatching at his robes and haphazardly tying them around his waist, he pulls the gun free of the material and flies closer, as one does, aiming at the god's arms.

They're helpfully large targets, and he's getting the hang of the gun, so he's actually hitting... at whatever rate the borrowed weapon manages, and while continuing to weave the sword like he's surfing the wind.

It's not useful for protection of his stuff; surely he won't swiftly be regretting that, given the rest are much better targets. (Keep alive, everyone.)