One step away, Adair's blind anger cleared a bit. Damien really giving him an opening for fun? The big guy certainly seemed there fucked up kind, just like Adair. One to play with fate and fear and pain. Adair hesitated with his blades already raised for an attack. The hesitation lasted only a millisecond though. Even if the tables turned and Damien turned out to be lying, he didn't care. That was the fun of it. Thrill from the attack. Thrill from getting hurt. He'd take them all with a shout of glee and keep throwing himself into the fight because he didn't care how it ended. With that thought, Adair slashed one blade across the other man's chest and shoved him backwards using the handle of his other.

Finished, Adair stood there, breathing heavily. The energy he exerted left his face flushed. He didn't step back or try to continue the attack. Instead, he stood there not sure if he was waiting for something or challenging Damien.