Ronan shrugged in response to her indignation. "Never said he wasn't. But I would've named him something like Deathclaw or Devourer." No, Ronan hadn't played Fallout. That was just how his brain worked. This was the man who named his raven Chainsaw.

He considered her explanation of her abilities. Great, she could probably beat the crap out of him though it'd probably be fun. Not that he was going to offer to spar again. "Sweet," was his final assessment.

He'd probably delayed his own truths and a lie for too long. He stretched his neck, cracking a joint, as he thought. "My dad taught me to box, I have one brother, and I had a sword before I came here." If Jorgmund was watching they knew that last part for sure.

Could they let him keep something cool like a magic sword made of sky? Nooooo.