After the initial wave had gone quieter and the spaces between bright lights and sounds had been mellowed he raised his wand again, waiting for the opportune moment to send his many magic and mystical companions into the war. He hesitated first, before finally sending the green jet of light into the sky, sending the spiders, trolls, dragons and centaurs into the warzone. The sounds of hooves, thundering feet and flapping wings drowned out the sound of death for those left to wait for orders. Watching the creatures dissappear into the castle, dragons flying overhead sending fire into the windows of the many towers that attempted to stand fast, the open windows being invaded by giant spiders, going after anyone who didn't smell evil enough to follow the orders of Lord Voldemort himself. Centaurs had attacked the main entrance through the main bridge, attacking mobile statues, students and professors.