Giovanni was exhausted, absolutely exhausted. He felt good about the fact that he had protected the squad four members which probably saved countless lives and minimizes the already stark number of casualties. The wreckage was devastating, just looking at it made him wonder if they actually won. and if so, at what cost? Blood was everywhere debris wasnt. it was almost comforting to know that when souls die their bodies and clothing fade away into reishi and their souls return to the cycle of rebirth. But all the blood all the destruction was almost terrifying. If he hadn't been there Gio probably wouldn't have believed how things had went. Even with captains present the shinigami suffered more than anyone would have expected. 

He looked at his sword, it was covered in blood, meaning he had been drawn into more physical confrontations than he had wanted. In the long run that might have been why his kido shooting idea worked so long bu he also owed a lot of the medics he was defending. Since healing involved replenishing spiritual energies first he had a couple boosts to keep up his shooting. hopefully there was a silver lining somewhere but he sure as hell couldnt find one.