One minute, two, a new last-stand that crumpled and broke as its defenders were torn to shreds beneath maddened claws, starving teeth. The cruelty they visited upon them was devastating. None would survive this night and with minute effort Hermione memorized where each one fell in preparation for cleaning them up when all was said and done. She drew blood with her mates, snapped her maw around legs, arms, and spit splinters from their lacking tools.