As was to be expected, Adair's knife would not hit it's target. That didn't stop him from being upset over it though, even as the thrill of a real fight overwhelmed him. He did a quick sidestep to avoid the knife as it hurled toward him. Dirt kicked up behind Adair's skidding feet, but he didn't give a moments pause.

"I hope you're fighting me for real this time! You've pissed me off for the last time and I don't kill people for sport" A wicked grin slanted across his face as he jumped for the other man again. The expression on his face was nearly laughing. Even if he said he didn't kill for sport, he was exhilarated by the fight. He was having fun. "Make me fight for the kill," he taunted low as he swung his blades at Damian.