Susan let out a gasp when she saw her opponent savagely send the darkest of curses towards the fleeing muggles and she wanted to cry out in despair. He was spiteful and a truly savage death eater. But there was something in his voice, in the laugh that she couldn't quite place.
It was when he cried out his spell that pieces started to fall together, his voice somewhat familiar. The owl with the severed finger. The last battle. The initials. Now it was making sense. This had to be Cass' cousin. Montague. No wonder she'd not pieced it together yet. She was thinking his name was spelled with a 'J', but now she recalled it began with a 'G'. It was typical that she'd remember such a little detail at a time like this.
As she raced out of the way of his spell, she caught her boot on a rock, falling to the ground with a cry. She felt her ankle twist as she fell, but she found herself winded. Thinking quickly, she saw the rock she tripped over. Her wand pointed to it as she flung it at him, watching as it smacked directly in his face, knocking away the mask.