[He watches every second of it, eyes wide, barely breathing. It's awful. In many, many ways. And he can't move. One single thing stands out to him above all else.

Glass.

Glass, shattered, jagged, accompanied by the shield - either of a witch's laughter or tearing metal. Brilliant, burning light. Fire? Light? He's not sure. He's not sure and he can't move.

Even once they're released, he isn't moving.]