Okay—this is entirely new to me. Icelandic Glima. I watched a combat video, and it’s essentially trying to force your opponent to the ground from the clinch. In practice, it looks like they wear some sort of harness with handles—what a great lost wedgie opportunity, no?
Sorry. I should not mock any country’s martial arts, lest the rip on me for mine involve a bong and an AK. But, dude, don’t mess with the akay. And, as the friend RIchard once told me on lovely notepaper—the Big Bamboo. But that’s a bit more of a marital than a martial art—but it’s love and war, baby—love and war.
Back to running around through fighting styles of the everywhere. Or the bed, to cuddle up with butterfly knife (what? you think it stays cold all night? pish pish
