They came to a stop some way into the forest and Adair stood a few paces away from the bigger man, watching him. From his words, Adair could deduce that this man had been somewhere else until recently and probably against his will. He didn't care for the details though. He was just here to fight. "I hope you're ready," he called as he pulled out both of his blades and held them up at the ready.

Most fighters wouldn't try to make the first move in a fight like this because it was viewed as rash move, but rash was Adair's specialty. So much could be learned about how a person first defended themself. So without further words or wait, he rushed forward. He was just testing the waters, really. He kept himself light on his feet and aimed for the other man's leg while preparing himself to dodge in any way he needed to. He was already considering the possibility of launching himself into the tree branches above to avoid a punch or kick.