Despite his speed, Adair didn't seem to be running away fast enough. Behind him, he heard the spell words again. Amazing how easily he heard that even before the ice shot out. And yet, all he could do was curse in his head. He didn't turn back, instead relying on his other senses to tell him the situation since they were so on point now. Ice, wood, the sound of organic matter shattering along with the wind of those ice and wood splinters moving fast. And behind, that monster man's heavy footsteps. Adair quickened his speed as he zig-zagged his path to avoid whatever attacks were coming. Funny that he was running now after all that chasing though. It brought a self-deprecating grin to his face.

That didn't last long though. He dropped into a haphazard roll based almost completely on instinct since he never once looked behind him. It came a second too late though. He felt something pierce his side and he twisted, managing to avoid the brunt of the spear aimed for him. Still, blood burst from the wound, leaving him gritting his teeth in order not to cry out. "B-bastard!"

Finally, he turned to look the other in the eye once again. He stood, one hand over his side and the other holding a blade out at the ready. Another attack was coming, but with defiance in his eye, Adair kept his gaze. Probably too late to keep running now. He dug this grave himself. Here was as good a place as any to die.