Remus caught the wand deftly in his hand, his eyes trained on Lestrange as he smoothly snapped it in half. The wolf, slowly falling dormant with the waning moon, lifted its head as memories came back, memories of smoke and fire and burning flesh. Memories of old men and little girls being ripped apart, all at the order of the vile excuse of a man standing before him.
Tossing the two halves of the wand aside, Remus paused for a moment, hand trembling in anticipation, before he abruptly shot a full body binding hex at the man followed by a diagonal slash down; a bright line of green fire shot towards Lestrange's face, fully intending to burn the man into blindness.