Antonin laughed to himself when he caught the flash of a sword blade. Finally, a real opponent. Even better, it was Roddy LeStrange.
"Actually, I'm involved in most of these little melees, old boy. You just seem to be avoiding me for some reason." Drawing both swords, he gave the other man a flourishing salute. "And my existence has been most enjoyable of late."
"You never have been my better with a sword," Antonin said with a smile as he came on guard. "What makes you think today is your day?"