"Your actions spoke louder than words, old man." Rodolphus was in no mood for any more hypocritical banter as he stayed his ground.
Rodolphus chuckled at the barb about a street brawl, even as he was displeased that Dolohov had the arrogance to think he could remain virtuous and untouched in such a duel.
"Some might say two swords against one is an unfair advantage. Others might say it's merely to make up for other inadequacies." He snorted again. "If you want fair, then you should try to meet your opponent on a level playing field."
Rodolphus saw the blasting curse in the moment that it landed at his feet, and he apparated away, only to reappear behind Antonin, but turning low as his sword struck out too aim a hamstringing blow to the otherwise preoccupied old foe.