Ivar seemed completely unconcerned with the fact a handgun was being pointed directly at his face. What he did care about was his apparent shortcomings being tossed about. He glared at Adam with hatred, pointing his own blade at the other man. "Put that thing away before I put an axe so deep in your head they'll end up burying you with it."

He wasn't sure if he was quick enough to avoid a bullet to the head, but right now, Ivar wouldn't have minded a mutual kill. Vikings didn't fear death the way other cultures of the world were taught.

It was like Ivar to immediately turn on those he had just protected, his fury and bloodlust not yet satisfied. Frankly, the only thing keeping him from turning Adam into another corpse on the floor was knowing what he meant to Ronan.