o nova pugnandi species! non ales harundo nervum pulsa fugit, nec stridula lancea torto emicat amento, frameam nec dextra minatur; sed violas lasciva iacit foliisque rosarum dimicat et calathos inimica per agmina fundit.
Strange warfare! No swift arrow is sped in flight from her bowstring, no lash-thrown lance shoots forth hissing, her hand wields no menacing sword; but as if in sport she throws violets and fights with rose-leaves, scattering baskets of flowers over her adversaries.
final_alignments\Prudentius_Psychomachia.json