Once again Damian moved too quick for Adair to land a hit, but he thought he got close this time. He was thrown back and shifted in the air so he landed on his feet and slid back across the ground. It seemed his reflexes even just during this battle had increased. No time to think though. His eyes darted, catching sight of more ice. This guy really didn't give up on the freaky magic stuff. "Damn," Adair muttered. He dived left and disappeared between some trees, the ice right behind him. Something sliced into his arm, but he he escaped with just that. Out of spite, he threw a small knife at Damian while still at a distance.