Ike was tough, but sometimes Ranulf worried. Battlefields were chaotic places where beorc weapons could break. Without a blade Ike was vulnerable as a kitten as far as Ranulf was concerned.

So when he heard a swing and a miss, when the Daein mage stank of panicked sweat and the singe of fire spells half-casted, Ranulf abandoned his quadrant and sprinted for Ike. Got there just in time to see him sustain a burn and then counter, this time landing the blow. Ike's iron blade tore down the mage.

Then broke off at the handle when its tip met earth.