Morag had been following behind Antonin as they progressed across what had become the battlefield, keeping Death Eaters off his back even as she guarded her own. It had been a disappointing battle thus far, but finally their luck turned....on the heel of Rodolphus Lestrange.
Morag fell back, letting Antonin approach his opponent, They'd never really discussed it, but he let her take the lead when they met Rabastan and Lisa so she'd give him Rodolphus.
She took up a station on the outskirts of the duel, guarding Antonin from any others who might decide to take advantage of the situation. She had to, however, roll her eyes when they went into formal dueling postures and saluted each other. But that was the man she had married, formal and adhering to conventions....at least in battle.
They started with insults and postures, flashing their swords without contact. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck lift and her eyes narrowed as she gazed at Rodolphus, recognizing the dark magic he exuded.
She turned her attention to dispatch a pair of idiots who thought she hadn't noticed them creeping up behind her. Amateurs! she thought the herself.
She turned back, watching the duel with part of her attention while she continually scanned the outskirts for further encroachments. Suddenly, she realized that Rodolphus wasn't the only one calling on dark magic, and her eyes widened slightly as she felt cold chills run down her spine. She tried to tell herself that he was protecting himself, that it was for defensive reasons.
Disquieted, she watched on, a slight frown on her face.