In his homeland, dogs fought to entertain their masters. He was now being lowered to the station of a dog. Back came the loop of thoughts, this time with even more potency. Then from the murk emerged a tangible thought: through battle he could regain his honour. He would fight his way out.
The dwarf then came at him low with his warhammer, and Halldór, taken by surprise, could not bring the blade around in time for a block. The next attack came higher, and this one he did manage to block, but the heavy blow jarred his arms. Then he was into the fight, his body stripped of recent events. For and hour they fought in that training gym, training harsher than any he had experienced in recent years. Bruise after bruise appeared on his body, and after a while a few appeared on the dwarf.
After a long battle the two combatants eyed each other with a wary respect, but mere moments after the fight had ended Halldór's mind was once more caught in the vicious cycle of thoughts it had created for itself. He was returned to his room where he once more sat on his bed and thought.
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