He isn’t sure if it weren’t his fists or his magic, neither realises when splinters of the shattered mirror bury in his skin. There is blood, but he is too absorbed in the invisible hands touching him to pay attention to it.He moves back, still crying and begging, trying to get away. His back hits with the wall, and he knows there is nowhere else to go. He slides to the floor and hugs his knees, and the last he sees is a red light covering him.