tunc exarmatae iugulum meretricis adacto transfigit gladio; calidos vomit illa vapores sanguine concretos caenoso; spiritus inde sordidus exhalans vicinas polluit auras.
Then with a sword-thrust she pierces the disarmed harlots throat, and she spews out hot fumes with clots of foul blood, and the unclean breath defiles the air near by. A hit! cries the triumphant princess.
final_alignments\Prudentius_Psychomachia.json