Rodolphus had left Vaisey for dead, watching the carnage before him as the Muggles that were still too scared were screaming and running around in circles.
He had been surprised to see so many of the aurors suddenly increase in number. But of course, more and more of the damn opponents seemed to appear.
Perhaps this had been a trap - but that was to consider later. For now, he needed to get to his wife, and nobody was going to get in his way as he stormed across to the stones. He indiscriminately sent killing curses left and right, needing to get his wife out of there and to safety.
He'd not expected this sort of retaliation, and he wasn't going to risk his wife and his heirs.
"Bella!" he called out. "To me!" he was almost there, but felt the sting of a hex that sliced through his robes. The pain was unbearable - exruciating, and he turned, but found his wand arm just wasn't there.
His arm was gone. The warmth gushing down the side of his robes was lifeblood, and he looked at the ground, stunned as he saw his arm, still gripping his wand as it lay there useless on the ground.
Reaching down, he swooned as he picked his wand up with his left hand, grasping at the bloody stump of his arm as he continued towars his wife.
His vision blurred as he stumbled over the mud. "Bella!" He cried again, as he lost his way, not seeing where she was now even as the shock and anger raged within, and he was close to losing consciousness.