As Moody walked to block his path, Rabastan's temper began to reach its breaking point. This was fucking ridiculous.
"You walk in here, acting like you know what's going on, and that you're in charge all big, bad and scary," he snarled in Moody's direction, "But you don't know a fucking thing, Moody. This isn't your fucking world, and you keep liking to believe it is. Get out of your delusions, old man," he practically spat in his face.
It was at that moment he saw Moody reach for his wand, and instinctively he jumped back, grabbing his own and before he knew it a defensive spell was bursting past his lips. Possibly followed by a hex, but could you blame him? He was beyond pissed off at this point. After all, Moody was the one harassing him, stalking him. But he was more than aware the village wouldn't see it that way, and if Moody was going to try to lay him out on the pavement, and he was going back to jail regardless, then so be it. He was going to give Moody the damn fight he was so itching for.