stabat Fortunae non cedere certus et acri mole retorquebat, crudescens caedibus, hastas, iamque suo, iamque hostili perfusa cruore membra madent, cecidere iubae, gyroque per orbem artato, Garamas iaculis propioribus instat et librat saeva coniectum cuspide ferrum.
Scipio stood firm, resolved never to yield to Fortune; made fiercer by slaughter, he hurled back spear for spear with vehement effort. By now his limbs were drenched with his own blood and the enemys; the plume fell from his helmet; the Garamantes, drawing a closer circle round him, pressed nearer with their weapons; and one launched a dart that pierced him with its cruel point.
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