Rodolphus wondered just how Antonin seemed to anticipate his moves, even with the apparition, he had been somewhat prepared. Antonin might think to draw upon dark magic, but making such a big deal of it was amusing Rodolphus no end.
He could draw on dark magic as easily as breathing, and as sure as Antonin would like to show off his own parlor tricks with fire, Rodolphus let his own dance with the dark take hold.
Rabastan was there, and Rodolphus gave him a nod, noticing that Antonin's current piece of fluff was watching and engaging his brother.
But as the sheer song of the dark filled him, he let out his breath, the nearby pollens and grasses gathering up on the small flurry of wind he had conjured, the dust particles gathering strength and speed as he surrounded Antonin, blinding him in a vortex of dust.