He waited until the red dwarf's hand was close to his shoulder; and then, with an incredibly rapid movement--once before had I seen something like it in a wrestling match between Papuans--he had twisted Lugur around; twisted him so that Olaf's right arm lay across the tremendous breast, the left behind the neck, and Olaf's left leg held the Voice's armoured thighs viselike against his right knee while over that knee lay the small of the red dwarf's back.
For a second or two the Norseman looked down upon his enemy, motionless in that paralyzing grip.

And then--slowly--he began to break him! Lakla gave a little cry; made a motion toward the two.

But Larry drew her head down against his breast, hiding her eyes; then fastened his own upon the pair, white-faced, stern.
Slowly, ever so slowly, proceeded Olaf.

Twice Lugur moaned.

At the end he screamed--horribly.