Tiberius hadn't planned on taking active part in the battle. He was there for support, and to help the injured to safety. His hip was bothering him, something he'd managed to keep hidden from everyone except the House Elves. But with Minerva still down, someone had to be the leader. And that fell to him.
He'd managed well so far, staying out of the way and dispatching several Death Eaters who'd approached him. He'd shouted out orders to Aurors who didn't seem to know what to do with themselves without Williamson telling them what to do. But Williamson was busy with fights of his own, and had no time for giving out orders.
He'd seen both Potter and Lupin out on the field, and spared a brief moment to silently admire Minerva's choices in leadership. They weren't half bad, for all their idealistic notions. He'd seen Cormac too, and his nephew's lover, both engaged in battles of their own. He hoped neither would get too injured, they'd had enough pain between them.
Percy was back at Hogsmeade, which also gave Tiberius some relief. He had far too many children on the field to worry about as it was. Of course his Morag was there, along with her husband, and he didn't have to worry about them at all. Morag was more than capable of taking care of herself. A fact which filled him with a large amount of pride.
He dragged his thoughts back to the battle, and keeping his vantage point safe. He couldn't afford to be distracted.