[Ivar's name carries weight where he's from. Despite being a cripple, being a son of Ragnar Sigurdsson opens doors as Viking. Her introduction is so short Ivar's left wondering if that is actually her name or just an errant sound that she made.] O?
[He asks in a questioning tone, just to confirm that he had heard correctly. But there's little time for that as death plays out before him in a flash. He watches as Octavia kills it without taking time to draw breath. He's impressed and perhaps a little turned on. She's like a shieldmaiden and he can respect that.]
Haugbúi... [He murmurs to himself, the Norse word for 'Ghost' as the creature reforms itself. Between the two of them, he considers the spirits the worse threat. He moves back a little, still keeping Octavia between himself and the creatures. He's got no chance to outrun them, but maybe they'll just attack her first, and give him the time needed to escape.]
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[He asks in a questioning tone, just to confirm that he had heard correctly. But there's little time for that as death plays out before him in a flash. He watches as Octavia kills it without taking time to draw breath. He's impressed and perhaps a little turned on. She's like a shieldmaiden and he can respect that.]
Haugbúi... [He murmurs to himself, the Norse word for 'Ghost' as the creature reforms itself. Between the two of them, he considers the spirits the worse threat. He moves back a little, still keeping Octavia between himself and the creatures. He's got no chance to outrun them, but maybe they'll just attack her first, and give him the time needed to escape.]