"Only for those who have been practicing with weapons for ten years or more." Ivar didn't often show off these moves for fear of being thought that he was bragging. He saved them for moments like this. But he liked Rey and thought she would understand.

Ivar just sort of waved off the concern about healers. They didn't even have penicillin or a better way to treat infected limbs than to cut them off back home. He was very impressed with the level of tech here in regards to healing people.

"No, one on one is better. That way the training can be personalized to each person. I wish I had someone like that to train me when I was young." No one had expected much from a little crippled boy, so at first, Ivar had found there was nobody willing to teach him how to fight. Except for Floki, his mentor, everyone just saw a pitiful figure that would never be able to fight properly. He just followed his brothers around and watched what they were taught. Later on, he'd beg whoever he could find to teach him what they knew. Then he worked as hard as he could to be the best.