As though in slow-motion, he saw the curse hit the elder wand squarely in the middle of the shield charm. As the purple sparks dispelled, the elder wand splintered in her hand, breaking apart, long shards of wood embedding themselves in her hand, her fingers, her arm. The noise was tremendous, starting first as a low brown note and increasing to a trilling, buzzing, chaotic ringing. Her face barely registered the pain before her eyes rolled back, showing all whites, and the seemingly limitless crackle of magic in her aura winked out. 