They had already been stirring from their deep stone sleep long before the screams of their mistress were heard. Their thick leathery wings spread wide and flapped violently as they shook a few tufts of weathered stone-like skin free from their joints. All eyes below may on their mistress, the roars and howls that accompanied their waking this evening were sure to startle all.

Swiftly and with surprising grace for their bulky and heavy bodies, at least a dozen gargoyles swooped down from their resting spaces along the castle wall and roof to form a protective arch around their mistress.

Snarly and growling, they quickly took notice of a threatening presence: of someone pointing a wand at their mistress. Growling, the rumble reminiscent of an earthquake, one of the gargoyles with a head like a goat but with the beak of an eagle leaped forward and latched said beak around the tip of her wand before shaking its head violently back and forth to try and rip it free from her grip.

Or snap it in two.