trahit ocius ensem Bistonium Tydeus, Mavortia munera magni Oeneos, et partes pariter divisus in omnes hos obit atque illos ferroque micantia tela decutit; impeditant numero seque ipsa vicissim arma premunt, nec vis conatibus ulla, sed ipsae in socios errare manus et corpora turba involvi prolapsa sua; manet ille ruentes angustus telis et inexpugnabilis obstat.
Tydeus swiftly draws his Bistonian sword, the Martian gift of great Oeneus, and divided all ways alike faces this group and that, shaking off the steel-flashing shafts. They clog each other  with their number, their shields press one another, their efforts lack force, their blows go wild against their own comrades, their bodies lurch entangled in their own multitude; whereas he awaits the attackers, presenting a slim target to the spears, impregnable.
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