"What makes a Lestrange think he can tell a Dolohov when to come and go?" Antonin responded. "Because you are British and I am not?"
Turning the momentum of his last attack into movement, Antonin stepped away from Rodulphus' cut. He used the sword in his left hand to easily parry Roddy's attack while extending the blade in his right hand for the other man to run himself through with if he wanted.
As his dark magic came to him, Antonin let a little of the power leak into his swords. Small black flames ran up and down the exotic metal of his blades.