Ivar watches, making only a half-hearted attempt to sweep the spear aside. That's not what this is all about. It's turning Jim into a decent fighter. Ivar likes what he's seeing. "Good!"

He pauses a moment. "You're not so bad. You just need practice. Lots and lots of practice. For example--" He throws the axe with full force at Jim's chest, expecting him to get the shield up in time.