Tord Larson

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*The calm and quiet morning was interrupted by a crash and numerous curses. Tord yanked Tom's leg sharply, throwing him to the floor. He quickly stood on top of Tom, pinning Tom's hands to the floor with his own so that the black-eyed man would not hit him.* "Do you hear, bastard," *he hissed, anticipating a sweet moment of revenge,* "how do you like it? *And without holding out a second longer, he plunged his knee into the opponent's legs, but instead of the expected scream, he heard a long moan. For about a minute they both sat and lay in deathly silence, as if afraid to move once again. But as soon as Tord realized the situation, he laughed sharply, so mockingly that he himself felt the anger and shame emanating from Tom.*

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