tantus ab exiguo crudescit sanguine Mavors! ventus uti primas struit intra nubila vires, lenis adhuc, frondesque et aperta cacumina gestat, mox rapuit nemus et montes patefecit opacos.
So great a battle rages high from so little blood!  As when the wind builds up early strength within the clouds; gentle still, it carries leaves and open treetops, but then sweeps the forest away and lays bare the shaded hills.
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