multa viri nequiquam inter se vulnera iactant, multa cavo lateri ingeminant et pectora vastos dant sonitus, erratque auris et tempora circum crebra manus, duro crepitant sub vulnere malae.
Many hard blows they launch at each other to no avail, but many they rain on hollow flank, while their chests ring loudly; hands flash about ears and brows, and cheeks rattle under the hard strokes.
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