The number of times Rodolphus had been hit by bludgers in the stomach, the back, even the face were far too many for him to count and Amycus' punch definitely didn't hold anywhere near as much strength as the charmed Quidditch ball. A bludger had broken his arm once. He doubted Amycus could even open a blood vessel.
He growled at him, his thick fingered hands finding his throat as he squeezed. "You come into my house," he snapped at him, "where you aren't wanted! Destroy my things! Sneak off to have dinner with my...my-" he wasn't quite sure what to call Bellatrix. She wasn't his anything. "With the woman I love," he decided, "and believe you can call me your friend?"