I panicked as plastic pellets and potion vials flew through the shield and burst against the hurried shield charms that the Aurors threw up, and the news cameras were flashing as reporters ducked for cover and began sending off owls to inform the world that civil war had broken out in the middle of Diagon Alley between the Ministry and the Wizengamot. Green Acid slid off of the shield charms to the concrete below, hissing and bubbling as it touched the pavement while the garroting gas expanded through air, though the Muggle gas masks filtered it out almost miraculously.