Gan Ning's cry died in his throat. He couldn't think the worst, he had to believe they'd hit the water and swim out, maybe they wouldn't be able to get back into the battle but they could not be dead. Not today! Focus, he told himself as he dropped back onto the pavement, both weapons dirtied. Like any battle, you keep pushing until you win and count casualties later. Nothing is lost until it's truly lost!

That didn't stop him from flying into a dangerous rage. Speed was useless to him now, so he channeled his anger into his arms and fists, darting in and hacking both weapons at Jones' leg. It was probably useless, but it was all he could do with his strength, his blades, and his know-how. He couldn't do magic, he could only fight with his arms and his back until they ached and his lungs burned in his chest. It wouldn't be enough no matter how hard he hit, how sharp the sword and sickle. Roaring in rage, he kept at it until his throat was sore and the sweat ran down his neck and chest.

...and then his shard was gone. Not plucked by Jones, no, it yanked itself off his neck and flew away. He startled at it only briefly, and that was enough of an opening for Davy Jones to bitchslap him across the...well, entirety of his body, and fling him into the shop across the street. Gan Ning would get up to keep fighting, but by then, he would be simply chasing the pirate ghost across Empieza, trying desperately to stay in this fight.