Indeed, Ivar's never let his legs or brittle bone syndrome define anything in his life. Learning to shoot a bow while sitting down was not an easy task for anyone, but Ivar had been determined to learn so that he could not only be good, but even better then the brothers he measured himself against.

Ivar eases one of the hands covered in fingerless gloves underneath his chin, sizing Kirk up. He's trying to figure out what weapon would best be suited for the man from the future. "No one is born knowing how to handle weapons. What were you thinking of picking up?"