Ivar seizes the moment, not waiting to give Dodger a single second to get back his already considerable advantage. He grabs a hold of the mutant and holds on tight, preventing him from being able to teleport away. He stabs out randomly, trying to score a few hits even with Dodger struggling beneath him. He's heavier than Ivar, but the teen is in a better position to stab away.

"Ek vili enda þik!" He roars out in Old Norse, the words ringing in the air like a battle cry. I will end you. Ivar fully intends to see Dodger dead by his hands. It's every frustration, every humiliation, every person who has ever laughed at him, called him useless, or seen him as nothing all rolled into one.