He tips his hands in thanks, listening to Ivar. He's not wrong there, Jim definitely lacks practice when it comes to these sorts of weapons. But his reflexes are as sharp as they'll ever be, which is why he manages to react to that axe throw so quickly, lifting the shield up quickly. Even with both hands holding it in place, the force of the throw sends him stumbling back. He falls on one knee when he loses his balance, but quickly forces himself back up onto his feet.

"Hey," he shoots, panting slightly as he looks down at the axe buried into the shield. "We do get into a few fights where I'm from, you know? Maybe not the same kinds of fights you're used to, but still."