"Okay. I admit it." He shrugged–it was true. He was never taught a single thing about combat–Cain simply planted a mark on his arm and went on his merry way, leaving Ike to himself and learn the ways of the rune. His only prowess in combat was driven by the mad, berserk-like combat style that the rune would create–complete and utter aggressiveness with the only goal to kill the opponent. As Charlia mentioned him being an abomination, Ike's expression simply turned sad as he looked away, gazing into the trees in thought. "That's all I am, though. An abomination. Half the people I meet seem to want to kill me, the reason being what I just did–to that man." He shook his head, almost admitting complete defeat–giving in to the pressure. "That's all I am, and nobody has proven me wrong yet."