"And for one such as yourself who claims he has honour..." Rodolphus spat the word. "You turn your back on all you have pledged. You have no honour, no matter what continent you are on."
Rodolphus saw the blade that was extended, spinning around as the blade sliced thin air.
He watched the little byplay with the fire magic and laughed. "Oh you were always the entertainer, Antonin. Do you juggle as well?" Rodolphus let his sword just tap slightly against Antonin's, watching as the magical flame transferred to his blade, the magic crawling along until it was absorbed into the runes.
In the distraction, he smiled cruelly, his wand in his other hand sending a cutting curse in Antonin's direction, away from the reach of his swords.