tunc squamea demum torvus ad armorum radios fremitumque virorum colla movet: rapit ingenti conamine saxum, quo discretus ager, vacuasque impellit in auras arduus Hippomedon, quo turbine bellica quondam librati saliunt portarum in claustra molares.
Then finally at the flash of arms and the shouting of men the grim snake moves his scaly neck. Tall Hippomedon with a mighty effort seizes a rock, a boundary mark, and hurls it into the empty air with a whirl as when poised millstones leap against barred gates in war.
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