"Why would I have a reason to avoid you, old man, when you have been nought but a thorn in my side that has begun to fester." He scoffed at the dual swords, but still, bowed again at the salute. Finally, he could draw real blood with an opponent worthy to meet the edge of his sword.
"Your existence has lingered far too long, and should have ended long ago." He danced around lightly on his feet, the grass flattening as their battle lines were drawn.
Rodolphus stepped back, gathering his strength as he centred his magic, channelling it through the runes of the sword, watching as they flashed in the early morning light. "You forget that with time and practice student surpasses the master." He brought his sword cutting across in a short jabbing motion, his eyes flashing with the thrill of the fight.