Adair laughed to himself. Whether he was going to regret his actions was yet to be determined, but he wasn't the sort to regret. There was only one thing he'd ever regretted and he didn't think that he could regret again after that. There was only so much regret a person could have. He fired off a shot at the fox dude that just got thrown like a toy, aiming for the center of the mask. He had a feeling that any shot besides right to the brain of the thing wouldn't do much good. He moved in close next and slashed his blades into another one of the fox people. He jumped back barely a breath after his attack though. He had no intention of underestimating the power of a weapon that looked like it was on fire. "Deal with me all you want, I'm not going anywhere," he growled. He glanced over at Damian. "Is that all you got? These guys don't look like they're going to back down just from that pathetic show of strength."