rapiunt conamina venti, pars cadit in caestus; motu Spartanus acuto mille cavet lapsas circum cava tempora mortes auxilioque pedum, sed non tamen immemor artis adversus fugit et fugiens tamen ictibus obstat.
The winds snatch his efforts, part falls against the gloves. With sharp jerks and the help of his feet the Spartan avoids a thousand deaths that fall about his hollow temples; but he remembers his skill and flees facing the foe and fleeing yet counters with blows.
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