The silence was deafening after Hermione finished her proclamation.  She felt her tail unfurl behind her and begin to lightly graze over the ground as it swished back and forth.  With barely a twitch of her hand and a clench of her jaw the first Death Eater, looking a lot like an older Marcus Flint was the first to fall.  She forced his lifeless form to lay at her feet, the line clearly drawn. 