[Ivar draws himself up to his full height of six feet, which looks rather more impressive given he's usually slumping over leaning on his hand crutch. There's a lot of pride in him.]
I am hardly a child. And fighting is what Norsemen live for.
[Wherever this guy had learned how to speak Old Norse, clearly he hadn't spent a lot of time around actual Norsemen, or he'd not be surprised at all that a Viking was willing to die for a senseless fight instead of retreat when it was prudent. They were weird like that, but it did help to have a huge psychological advantage in battle when you weren't scared of dying and the enemy was.
Despite almost being squashed flat by the shadow beast, Ivar is more interested in watching the display of magic. He can't move fast, but move he can, and he gets out of range of the shadow snake's range.]
Do that again!
[Yes, because Eliot is here for his entertainment, obviously. Sorry, magician, you're stuck with a lunatic for a companion for the foreseeable future.]
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I am hardly a child. And fighting is what Norsemen live for.
[Wherever this guy had learned how to speak Old Norse, clearly he hadn't spent a lot of time around actual Norsemen, or he'd not be surprised at all that a Viking was willing to die for a senseless fight instead of retreat when it was prudent. They were weird like that, but it did help to have a huge psychological advantage in battle when you weren't scared of dying and the enemy was.
Despite almost being squashed flat by the shadow beast, Ivar is more interested in watching the display of magic. He can't move fast, but move he can, and he gets out of range of the shadow snake's range.]
Do that again!
[Yes, because Eliot is here for his entertainment, obviously. Sorry, magician, you're stuck with a lunatic for a companion for the foreseeable future.]