He was tall, big and regal, the wand swishing gracefully in his lithe glowed fingers. He sent green lightnings of death, white magical cuts and Cruciatus all ways, left and right, above and below, not caring whom it hit, not sparing a second glance at those screeching in agony from the brutality of his attack. He slaughtered Death Eaters, he annihilated the Order of the Phoenix, just like he had promised to her, and he didn’t care the victims’ identities, he only cared that they were standing in his way. If anyone had managed to counterattack him, it was impossible to tell as the movements of his wand were so smooth and he walked her way as if floating above ground that no one could’ve possibly hit him unexpectedly.