dixerat; atque illi sese deus obtulit ultro turbidus imbre genas et nube natantis harenae, nec saevit dictis, trunca sed pectora quercu ter quater oppositi, quantum ira deusque valebat, impulit assurgens: tandem vestigia flexit excussumque manu tegimen, conversaque lente terga refert.
He spoke, and the god came face to face, his visage all awash with rain and a cloud of floating sand. He rages not with words, but rising with an oaken trunk thrice and four times smites his adversarys chest with all the force of anger and deity. At last Hippomedon  reversed his steps, the shield shaken from his hand, and slowly turning his back retreated.
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