Ronan was all set to yell back at Ivar, but he had to defend his friend and make sure Adam didn't get an axe to the face.

"Put the fucking gun down! He went axe murderer on my night horrors and you want to shoot him?" Ronan had already demonstrated his inability to grab something out of Adam's hands, so he pressed his cold, bloody hand to Adam's arm and slowly pushed it away. At least he tried to.

"I am not negotiating a cease-shooting-- fire-- whatever! Just stop. Everyone stop." He struggled to talk. His stomach felt like it split fqrther apart with every breath. That made sense but he couldn't explain how tight his chest felt or why beads of sweat trickled down his temples. "Jesus Mary."