While Ivar focused on turning, Ronan swung at his jaw. He just had to daze him for a moment or two. The difference between fighting someone standing and someone in a wheelchair was getting to him. Not that he felt guilty-- weird, maybe-- after all he'd seen Ivar kill people while he was crawling on the ground. But he couldn't have exactly the same stance and he found it harder to predict how exactly Ivar would move.