Well, no, not really. The bastards had set a trap for them, spoiling the plans, and he was bored as fuck because there was no time to play. Point and kill. Point and kill. It had it's good points, of course. There was a certain high one could get from racking up the body count and wallowing in blood of a morning.
And Walden was an enthusiastic high scorer in this game.
At what had been the head of the column with Bella, he'd sent a number of the enemy to meet their maker. Together he and Bella had brought down those pesky Longbottoms again, his curse taking the wife as Bella dealt with the husband. But then the fighting intensified and he could see their own loses beginning to stack up. Leaving Bella's side, he slipped around, heading for the back of the ranks and a better chance at an exit if it became necessary.
As he turned, he could see an explosion fire out from their side into the enemy's near the east flank. Good enough for him. Best chance for a quick exit would be through there. Weaving amoung the fighters, he took out whomever he could, green light flashing from his wand as he passed. Upon reaching the hole in the enemies defence, he could see the bodies strewn about and the rally their side was making here. No need to flee just yet.
Moving a little further on, he spotted Nott-the-Elder in the thick of things. Given the man and his family had insulted Bella, possibly helped her kinswoman escape, and turned her sister into a traitor, he didn't think she'd mind Walden killing the man while she was otherwise occupied.
A single Killing Curse later, it was done.
Walden was turning to find a new target when the slice of pain seared his upper arm. Glancing down, he could see his own blood running freely from a long gash. But, it wasn't enough to stop him. More, he just laughed and sent a volley of green lights in the direction the attack had come from. Really? That was the best they could do?
Shrugging it off along with the other cuts and bruises he'd already incurred, he turned again only to realise he was too late to stop the stream of orange light coming out of one of the blasted Weasleys' wands. His entire right side on invisible fire, he fell gasping to his knees, wand lost in the scuffle as it fell uselessly from his right hand.