Adair wanted to stab the other guy in the arm when he grabbed him again, but there wasn't a chance for it before he was released. Rolling his eyes, he tightened his grip on his blades. So it was obvious that he was just messing around. Oh well, he could get serious. The grin fell off of his face to be replaced by a look of determination. His yellowish eyes were sharp and observant. If Damian wanted a fight, then it was about time he got it. "Message received. But really, you better fight like you mean it too!"

A brief wicked grin danced over his lips before his face set in determination again. Running at full speed, he ran for the big guy in much the same way as the first time, but instead of attacking outright, he dived down and slid behind him before jumping up in a somersault, his attacked aimed at the other man's back. Maybe this time there would be a counterattack aimed this way. Adair was excited to see just how he was going to need to dodge.