The mirrors barely moved as Ricky tried to transform the mirrors. Their shape remained fixed. Dean had one arm stretched in front of him, his hand completely tense. He was the one keeping them there, negating Ricky's power. Their powers were similar, but when it came to control, Dean's command was absolute.
The glass kept bursting around Ricky, defenseless. Dean was close enough to be hit too, but the glass simply deviated their course around him. Meanwhile, Ricky was being cut from all angles. Red gashes sprang up all over his skin, a hundred cuts before the first drop of blood even hit the ground. One shard went in his left ear, followed shortly by pain and a loud ringing noise from it. His eyelids were flossed and shredded before his pubils too were cut. But all the shards were small, non-lethal, not piecing below the skin. Except for one.
With a fleshy sound something entered below Ricky's neck. Something bigger. There was too much pain for it to properly register. The rain of glass subsided, what had seemed like an eternity ended. The quarter meter long shard still sat in. Dean gave Ricky a stern look.
The shard etched five centimeters further into Ricky's spine. More than sufficient. This he could feel. Before losing feeling of all else. He did not lose fall over, as much as his legs simply collapsed under him. Face down in broken mirrors, his neck the only thing he could move.
Dean walked over slowly, placing a foot on the large shard. This he could feel.
"You know, I thought I was gonna kill you." he said, trying to sound calm, but heavy breaths revealing the contained rage. "But considering 7 billion people died quite recently, both good and bad, that seems too tame to inflict on you."