Barrow Fields The interesting thing

He knocked the wind right out of her chest as the world was thrown upside down. An outrageous snarl rattled in her head as she struggled to breathe. Screeches of sparrows sounded a great alarm, shrill on the cold wind. He really was excellent at making her headaches worse.
Abruptly, Valmúa burst into a loud, noisy, snorting laughter. She used every ounce of breath in her strained chest to laugh in her hálfviti brother's face, spittle flying from her defiant lips. She inhaled sharply to continue this laughing fit, then grabbed one of his wrists with her mouth and rolled her body hard to the side, flinging herself into his legs to perform a reversal.
This was much harder to do given the amount of weight she had lost on the way there, and all she managed was to press her back nails hard into his crotch. She let go of his wrist and shouted, Farðu í rassgat!!, which was a curse she'd commonly used since learning it in childhood.