It might have been against Adair's nature, but he was considering giving up this fight. He enjoyed a challenge and fighting something that could very likely kill him, but he was getting frustrated in non-exciting way. He didn't feel like he was fighting at all. He felt like a gnat buzzing uselessly and it was turning him off. He huffed and crossed his arms before turning to just stare at his opponent. He nearly told Damien to piss off, but the man spoke first.

No, he taunted Adair. A sneer settled onto his face. "Do you think that little of me? You're a bastard, you know that!" He knew he was getting upset over nothing. He didn't even care that he got taunted. He just needed an excuse to be angry or he would back away. He didn't even bother trying to come up with a fancy attack plan. He just tightened the grip on his blades and charged.