Adam hardly seemed to listen to Ronan's demands. Mostly, he passed them off as the ravings of a half-dead man. Even Ronan's push against his arm did nothing, barely moving his arm away from the location he needed to hit to kill Ivar instantly. Adam may not have been an expert with weapons, but he knew physics and anatomy.

"A bullet is faster than your arm." He was confident that his bullet would hit before the axe and even if Ivar did land a hit on him, it wouldn't be an instantaneous kill. The fact that he was thinking about this was probably an example of how fraught his mind was.

"Go away. You're wasting time that could be spent saving his life." He tapped some buttons on his communicator and then in a softer voice to Ronan, "I'll move you away from here, okay? No one will find them."